Beautiful myth

Warm hands, little feet

Pitter patter you go, to an unheard beat.

Fading smile as we cross in the street

I stare at your silhouette, wondering if we ever  shall meet.

You dance to a rhythm no one can understand

trailing the souls of men bound by desire in your hands.

Do you notice me or am I just another tree

as you journey through life wild and free

Raging against the chains society has tried to bind you with

You are a wandering spirit, unfettered , a beautiful myth.

-Jason Blanchard

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