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Wylde Child
The Wylde Child
dances in the sun
cries when it rains
and sings to the storm
Charged by the lightening
and runs with the wind
listen closely and you
may hear the Wylde Child’s
melody
Howling to the full
bursting moon
raised by the beasts
and the trees
One my catch a
glimpse upon a shaded
path but beware
if you see the Wylde Child’s
smile
For it is said a
spell is carried in
glistening eyes,
born of the Nymphs
and woodland imps
The Wylde Child
always runs free
never a word spoken
but with animals gives
communion.
10:43 PM - 4/25/2007 -
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