Spring’s misty waves,
flow through her thick curls,
a river of dreams,
gushes down her veins,
her heart is a feral child,
nascent, bright sunshine,
emotions pure, beautiful,
footsteps slow, gentle and mild,
let her wander freely,
and don’t tame her heart,
born wild.
Quadrille: A poem of exactly 44 words.
9 comments:
Lovely!
I like the association of bright sunshine with wild.
I love the sound of her....a girl after my own heart!
I love all the movement in this poem, Vandana, like a wild dance! I especially enjoyed the lines:
‘her heart is a feral child,
nascent, bright sunshine’.
Oh, nice poem Vandana. Happy you dropped by my blog
Much❤love
I hope she can stay wild... and her own. But there will be many who will try to tame her
This is a beautiful poem and picture. :)
Beautiful imagery!
Yes, let her enjoy her wildness as long as she can. Beautiful, Vandana
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