“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 Poetry-
And we will always use the seeds of a dandelion as parachutes ♥
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Nice!!
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so so very beautiful. may I please re-blog.
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Of course ☺
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That was absolutely beautiful. Both the image and the poetry. It’s that kind of freedom that I long for.
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SUPERB! I like u’r thoughts alot..
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