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Thursday, August 18, 2011


The wind swept through her hair
people always stop and stare , such a rare beauty
A sweet mind, nothing to hold nothing to find
Bitter is sweet, a mind taken under by the souls of wonder
The pitter and patter of things that never matter dance in her head as she lays in her bed
Nothing to gain nothing to loose only a few know how to follow the rules
A non believer and oh such a dreamer, never to follow, always having to swallow things that are bigger than she
A world where she can truly not be free to wonder that restless road
To open her eyes and see the sun rise, take in the light never once a fright
Walk the path upright and free, for there is only you, there can be no me

I was looking through my posts and I came across this unpublished work...8-18-11 Letti


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