Saturday, September 06, 2008

Into the wild

Run,
Run into the wild,
spirits held high,
not knowing why
but you just run,
run into the wild.

Walk,
a mile into the wild,
let go for a while
your distant child.

Jump,
Across meandering streams,
a race to the horizon,
you have never seen.

Limper,
across the countryside,
pick feathers, crotons,
smell the flower wild.

Rest,
if you must,
to see another day,
in the wild.

1 Comments:

Anonymous nisha said...

what if we are in a wild?waiting...searching for a way out of it.

3:15 PM  

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