a place called freedom in my heart
protected by a fortress wall
from outside world sets me apart
a place called freedom in my heart
in desolation I see art
remaining cool despite the brawl
a place called freedom in my heart
protected by a fortress wall
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April 29, 2013
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh this is a lovely triolet…loved the line “in desolation I see art!”
Thank you… I sometime write simple quatrains in twitter… and if “succesful” I update them to triolets. That particular line was the one I had to add …
‘remaining cool despite the brawl …’ – something to aspire to!
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… I see art … (I do.) Nice. I have pondered a bit upon the castle myself. And I came to the conclusion the funny thing about it, is that a city will be built around it.
that’s an interesting notion… and in the fortress … it can be lonely.
Great work as usual, I really love the rhythm.
Thank you 🙂