Share poems and spoken word.
a face more beautiful than God I want to run someplace so far away that no one can recall the look of my face or the sound of my name to be free to run someplace where the only sound is the heart of the wind beating under the wings of the eagle and the red tail to be free to be the lone wolf hunting beneath an icy winter moon painted white with frost to be free of the nagging expectations of others to be free to live by one's own will, convictions and courage freedom is the only gift with a face more beautiful than God










