"Arnold Palmer"

Sometimes,I feel that the bits of confetti flying on the streets
 are freer than me,only the aftermath of celebration,
                    they wander aimlessly.
And even if it's only for 52 seconds,with its breathtaking beats,
a song can leave you goose bumps,and for that moment freeze unity.
As we sat there,our thoughts scattered like a sea,

because we found a park bench that fit us perfectly,

I really began to see,what it was to be set free-
Like the little children collecting stray peacock feathers,
like the peacock,itself,serenading the skies,
like the strings of glossy flags waving on streets,
like the downcast clouds that can pour relentlessly.

Freedom feels like a third dimension of its own,
made up of Saturday nights and comforting silences,
Of exploring stories and childhood tragedies,
Words are but an excuse for the sake of
How much love one can hold out.

As our smiles caught the sun,squat in between
the path that curved endlessly-
Sunlit corners inviting our paths to merge,
The light at the end of a tunnel.
In that mirage of an afternoon,we were free,we were free-

Never did I know this is how it would feel.