Wild Child
Running wild, like an innocent child
Flowers in my hair, barefoot on the grass
Joyful, bold and free!
Growing with the seasons
Following the Sun!
Spirals of falling leaves, birds singing nearby ...
-Is this a dream? - My heart excited yells.
-No, my precious child - answers the Southern Wind ...
-It is just you enjoying a simple life.
Poem and picture by Olga Denton
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