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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.
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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.
About the Creator
Bugsy Watts
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