And now I feel the freedom.
It washes down like gentle rain
that will mingle with tears and joy.
It will not despise the dry season,
for dryness deserves its respect,
for dryness and Sun make things grow.
But now I feel the freedom.
And no one would tell me to stop this
to do my duty.
For this is duty -- in freedom.
And freedom waits, loves, seeks,
and joys in the Giver of freedom-
and not only in the freedom itself.
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