Freedom

The stormy glee
Descended on the mortal realms.
In this hour of murkiness
A curve clashes to be set free;
The unconscious dance, and rythmn synchronized with each movement,
The impish kisses caught in the midst of nothingness,
Glance into the green,
The loyal one, indeed.
Residing in her heart,
The yellow takes her through a serene serenade,
Bring thy anguish,
and cast it into the breeze that tingles on the edge of thy lips.
Freedom, at last.