Wild Heart

In the embrace of wild meadows,  
Where the sun spills gold on fields untamed,  
I wander through the whispers of the wind,  
With a heart that pulses, unashamed.  

The flowers bloom with a vibrant flair,  
Colors dancing in a joyful array,  
Each petal holds a secret, a longing,  
A reminder of dreams that drift away.  

Oh, how the trees sway with laughter,  
Their branches reach for the endless sky,  
A sanctuary of whispers and shadows,  
Where forgotten hopes and memories lie.  

I drink from the river of my desires,  
Letting its currents wash over my soul,  
In the depths of nature’s wild embrace,  
I find both solace and the ache of the whole.  

For every thorn that lines the pathways,  
Holds a beauty in its fierce embrace,  
And the storms that gather on the horizon,  
Shape the contours of my restless grace.  

Here, in the arms of rugged terrain,  
I reconcile the wild with the serene,  
For life is a tapestry of contrasts,  
Woven from joy and the spaces between.  

So let me roam through this earthy haven,  
With my wild heart unchained and free,  
For in the dance of nature’s raw beauty,  
I discover the rhythm of being 

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