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You ran bare-feet

You ran bare-feet to greet it at the door,

like you had many times before,

through the barren streams and moors,

forgetting your daily chores…

with the breeze blowing your hair wild,

you ran with the  inner child,

in your heart…

you ran bare-feet to greet summer at the door,

of spring.

 

free google image/ poem copyright neha 2016

free google image/ poem copyright neha 2016

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