inside the rough edges

of human hearts

is wild

stifled

that longs

to be free

that longs 

to be ourselves 

that longs

to live

freely

wildly

inside the protection 

of mother earth 

for that was the intention

to grow 

wherever we desire

leaving seeds of wild life

along our wild journeys

crossing each other’s path

with our wild ways

the sun and moon

the only time 

when wild hearts rise

when wild hearts rest

ancient ancestors would not be pleased

traded in our wild ways

to die inside

silently

longing to be free

where is your heart?

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