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The Wild

And just like that in moments

The world comes to a close

Except for a wild wayfarer

Who explores where no one goes


Renascent in body she mirrors

The fresh air of a spring sunrise

A flower child in all her being

Seeing beauty through golden eyes


Some have said she met with luck

To be such a gift of grace

But she'd waded wars and met with fear

More than some could ever face


But it was in those darker days

When all else felt so lost

Her heart at last had a voice

Of which she learnt to trust


Her ways were somewhat different

A flowing dance with the life she lives

This was the magic she met with here

Freedom in all she gives


© Clare McCauley


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