Freedom

Her hair swings down her back,

Her Nikes are pounding down the pavement,

Each step leads her to a new world,

Water starts to fall, landing everywhere.

She spins with the beat while the water spins with her.

Every day is a new tomorrow,

and the pounding down the pavement won’t stop.

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