Hårdrock

En liten töntig "dikt" som jag skrev nyss:

Life of Wild

Wild did not wander like the rest 

Wild told her Wishes of wander and they showed her Protest

But if no one would come with,

She would go Alone

Alone was just a statement, the real horror was loneliness:

Not to be alone, but to feel alone.

Wild ventured out into the Unknown

Afraid of feeling Alone

But in her heart, she had company

She had company of the great Wind

Who whispered in her ear and played with her hair

She had company with the Air

That was dancing together with Wind 

From a relaxing salsa to the more hectic Jive

She was not feeling alone

For there were life all around her,

Life in many forms and arts

Perhaps even some beating hearts

It was the heart of Wild

And those who share it,

May very well be, 

A Wild child