...

There is a calm to the rush of days...

Hair waving against my back

Running barefoot through the tall grass.

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There is a madness,

I cannot retreat

Silent silhouette

One with the trees.

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There is a me

Then there is not.

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The space between__

Dissolving

    a

dream.

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Where mossy ground finds home

On forest floors

​

And deer roam

Around your dandelion wishes...

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Find me here. 

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Barefoot chill,

Enticing touch 

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Grounding Reverie

Inside the mystery.

​

Turning and returning

Inside my lair\

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Peeling back the layers__

Of doubt and shame...

 

Giving it a new name.

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Wild is the night

Wild in my eyes. 

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Shedding skin

Again and again.

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Life is a divine chance

But I don't care to dance

With society's demands

​

I'll fall and stumble everytime

                On that missing beat

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Somewhere along the way

I discovered a richer path to take.