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Escape from society
Blue eyed soul,
As brilliant as stars,
Sea tide surges with it's long silvery toll,
Red hair like the dirt on mercurial mars.
She wallows,
Down by the willow,
Honeysuckle on her tongue and white swallows,
The boat on the sea is billowed.
Holds a book,
Rests her head gently,
Grass woven on the ground made for a nook,
Headband made of flowers tied firmly.
Compass buried,
She’s starting a new life,
Direction she leaves and runs hurried,
To escape from dragging strife.
In the forest,
She builds herself a tent,
For blueberries and meat she forages,
Dwindling messages are sent.
Pure jubilee,
Joy at the sense of freedom,
She’s alone in this tapestry,
And it’s an isolation kingdom.
Not different,
From the life she had before,
Just more peaceful and benevolent,
If she’ll ever leave she’s not sure.
Parents wonder where,
Their baby could have gone,
But she’s thriving in woodsy air,
And she’s writing touching songs.
Escape from society,
Living the way she wants,
It’s a sure propriety,
The ghost of famine and family and friends and fakes, they will always haunt.
© Waiteing
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