Call of The Wild

Tue, 03/03/2015 - 13:25 -- nikorb

Just beyond the gate

The tall green grass grows

Over hills and valleys

The hurried wild wind blows

 

My soul wants to run

Beneath the summer sun

My voice will echo loud

Waking the idle clouds

 

The mountains welcome me

To play beneath the tree

My spirit cannot wait

To taste so wild a fate

 

Just beyond the gate

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