Chasing
Boundless butterflies
across rivers
and crooked pathways
of eternal dreams
flying
with the wind
freeing
the heart.
You ran bare-feet to greet it at the door,
like you had many times before,
through the barren streams and moors,
forgetting your daily chores…
with the breeze blowing your hair wild,
you ran with the inner child,
in your heart…
you ran bare-feet to greet summer at the door,
of spring.
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