I am wild as an autumn storm
stealing all the leaves
I dance along the river’s edge
scale the beckoning trees.
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I am not meant for human things
as much as I need the wild.
I am frizzy hair and freckled skin
please call me flower child.
/
Release my hand and left me drift
away in the open world.
The smoke and ash from which I come
will rise like a dream unfurled.
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Bugsy Watts
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Comments (4)
Powerful and peaceful. Love it.
I loved this. That connection with nature and eagerness for freedom!
Excellent flow and clever rhymes!!!
💚☺️ Lovely cozy feelings! Great little piece Bugsy.