and you will always
find me
seeking,
pursuing,
and wanting
that beautiful place-
where my
wild heart lies
free
there are gentle echoes of debussy
a warm breeze that cushions my feet
and a bright sky that illuminates with such veracity
I am unable to see past the light
but I am not afraid
I am running
soaring
a fairy-like creature made of light
in the forest of gentle souls
this place,
this place
is magic!
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