Sunday, 9 June 2013

The Price

It is not the burnished gold when exchanged for a king’s ransom

Which holds the highest cost

Nor the glittering coal in shape of diamond that litter

Hills and valley sparkling like planted slivers of souls

Not even love itself can compare in expense and virtue

When stood against this other feast

For in the end, the dearest of all things under heaven is

The price of Freedom, itself.

bobby stevenson 2013

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