once i feared the rain.
wet and cold.
afraid of hair and clothes.
now, i rejoice in it
running free through meadows
shelter beneath trees
wearing nothing but gumboots
annd a flowery dress
i feel like a gypsy of times past
free.
free as a bird that flys through my dreams
i feel words
i want beauty
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 12:25 AM UTC
once i feared the rain.
wet and cold.
afraid of hair and clothes.
now, i rejoice in it
running free through meadows
shelter beneath trees
wearing nothing but gumboots
annd a flowery dress
i feel like a gypsy of times past
free.
free as a bird that flys through my dreams
i feel words
i want beauty
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