Saturday, February 6, 2016



Wild like the flowers
that grow in the fields.
Wild like the flames
of a fire that burns.
Wild like the mustangs
that run through the hills.
Wild like the ravens
that never return.
Wild like a feather
in love with the wind.
Wild like an echo
that craves to be heard.
Wild like the goosebumps
seducing my skin.
A love that is wild
like this verse's
first word.

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