Nature's Natural Inclination
The confined girl finally liberating through the fields
her bright smile shining in the distant, the words her mouth shields
her soul was chipping away as she lost herself in the panorama
she only allows her thoughts to escape in the dusk
that way only the owls who hoot can hear
at least they will listen she thought
no judgement allowed she told herself
you are your best self when you can be yourself
her skin molted into something breath-taking
even it took her some time to realize
this was the original plan she had been avoiding without noticing
I like being lost she thought that way I can't be found
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