I thought of her one day
Walking in the woods
Between the sun and shade.
My wild child,
My Celtic beauty,
Beautiful and strong,
Her blonde hair
Flying in the wind.
With a smile on her
Face and mine,
We raced through
The small streets
On roaring steel,
Daredevils,
Without care.
I smiled as the wind
Ruffled through my hair
And wondered
Where
My wild child
Had gone.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
I thought of her one day
Walking in the woods
Between the sun and shade.
My wild child,
My Celtic beauty,
Beautiful and strong,
Her blonde hair
Flying in the wind.
With a smile on her
Face and mine,
We raced through
The small streets
On roaring steel,
Daredevils,
Without care.
I smiled as the wind
Ruffled through my hair
And wondered
Where
My wild child
Had gone.
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