hidden spirit


I feel in every girl there is a spirit
a wild pixie
that if let go
would run and dance in grassy fields
until the end of the world.

And then that girl grows up,
that pixie hides,
but it’s always there,
peeking out behind old eyes
and reading glasses,
laughing, waiting,
to one day dance again.

Atticus

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