I thought of her one day
Walking in the woods
Between the sun and shade
My wild child
My little Celtic beauty
Beautiful and strong
Her blonde hair
Flying in the wind
With a smile on her face
And mine
We had raced through
The narrow streets
On roaring steel
Wanton daredevils
Without fear or care
I smiled as the wind
Ruffled through my hair
Gently whispering memories
And wondered
Where
My wild child
Had gone
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
I thought of her one day
Walking in the woods
Between the sun and shade
My wild child
My little Celtic beauty
Beautiful and strong
Her blonde hair
Flying in the wind
With a smile on her face
And mine
We had raced through
The narrow streets
On roaring steel
Wanton daredevils
Without fear or care
I smiled as the wind
Ruffled through my hair
Gently whispering memories
And wondered
Where
My wild child
Had gone
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