A decade ago, my mum found this anonymous poem on a handwritten scrap of paper in the street and was so smitten with it that she decided to share it with her only daughter. Needless to say I still keep it in one of my scrapbooks... and that I decided that sooner or later I would share it with my whole readership, right?
Freedom is a white snowflake
made of pure feelings of crystal.
The truthful song of a great god,
the love of a mother, the eyes of her child.
Freedom is a far palace
growing --- up in the sky:
a little - a very little angel -
a great big light in the stars.