Wild: A Poem

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We run through the woods with the foxes,

Barefooted and free,

As the morning light guides us through the trees,


There's a campfire waiting,

At the top of the mountain,

To warm our hearts in the cold,


Then the stars will be shining,

As we huddle around the flames,

To watch over us as we dream tonight.


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BlossomSB 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Love it!


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Ebower 2 years ago from Georgia Author

BlossomSB: Thanks! :)

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