Little nose sniffing the scent of life
Being free in the woods, isn’t a rife
Practice for humans, more like a strife
Between comfort and the top of a knife
That’s how it feels for poor creatures
Without senses or special features
Blocking themself, boring teachers
Of tiresome class, they’re well keepers
They keep it with a such severity
A norm can’t be seen with clarity
By flower power they call vulgarity
But they aren’t talking with sincerity
Walking barefoot on the ground
Birds are making all the sound
It’s the freedom that I found
Enjoy with me and come around!
A little girl's poetry 
“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.”
― Rumi
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Beautiful
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I tried to write for you today
But the words were too humbled
To want to be heard
Like candle flames in a sun beam
I wanted to write something befitting
But where once the lone wolf words
Would hunt you down
Somehow they have curled at your feet
But let anyone raise their voice to you
And snarling they will arise
Entirely at your command
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…no words… Amazing!
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Not at all. The same poetic spirit that drives me to walk into my garden a blow you a kiss. Go to your window now, you can catch it on your fingertips like a snowflake and place it on your forehead or the tip of your nose or your cheek, Or save it in a pocket and then, like a headache remedy whilst on a bus, you can reach and find that you are not alone after all.
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So sweet!! Thank youu
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