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I run through the grass, barefoot
Will the wind and clouds ever stay put?
The strong breeze continues to press
I can feel the wind more and then less
The birds sing their sweet song
It turns to night not before long
The nature calms me
It makes me feel relaxed yet tingly
My life is made to be outdoor
My soul is free and can soar
I am untamed and wild
Yes, I’m just a child
But the drama, too much
So I find my way to nature’s sweet touch
Everything seems to melt away
But I know that my second home will not stay
And, I’m afraid
That what is here, will soon fade
Emily Gnitt
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