Friday, July 22, 2016


I feel in every girl
there lives a spirit,
a wild pixie,
that if let go, 
would run and dance in grassy fields
until the end of the world.

And when that girls grows up,
that pixie hides,
but it's always there,
peaking out behind old eyes
and reading glasses
laughing, waiting, 
to one day dance again.


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