sun-kissed cheeks,
tangled wild hair,
pouncing, dashing
through tall, sticky grass
up rough, crumbling trees,
down ice-cold creeks,
ankles tickled by wriggling eels—
laughter loud, free, aimed at the sky
rolling down bumpy hills,
soft grass clinging to clothes,
a taste of wild fruit—
sweetness dripping from the chin
pure joy, carelessness,
freedom—
soul light as a breeze,
never a dull moment
i miss being a wild child
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 4:43 AM UTC
sun-kissed cheeks,
tangled wild hair,
pouncing, dashing
through tall, sticky grass
up rough, crumbling trees,
down ice-cold creeks,
ankles tickled by wriggling eels—
laughter loud, free, aimed at the sky
rolling down bumpy hills,
soft grass clinging to clothes,
a taste of wild fruit—
sweetness dripping from the chin
pure joy, carelessness,
freedom—
soul light as a breeze,
never a dull moment
i miss being a wild child
something softer
