WILD

She is full of surprises

And never apologises

She finds her path

In the night

When there are no lights

To betray her pride

She fears only a few beasts

But she manages to have a feast

With them

In a corner

Of the furious Ocean

Where paths are hidden

Erased from sight

And she manages

To show on

Playing with the high tide

Steals a few oranges

Fresh bitter sweet oranges

From fresh bitter sweet trees

And has a fresh bitter sweet dinner

Enough for a sinner

She lets her hair down

She plays with her own charms

And smiles at her inner self

Her only and best friend

It feels so good to become oneself

To run wild in the middle of nowhere

Which is everywhere

And shout out loud

Possessed by postures

Dancing queen

Hissing in the night

She is full of surprises

And goes back to sleep

As the sun rises..

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© Dulce