My Hippie
Gathering forest treasures with pixie lust,
she drowns her fears with these organic reminders of love.
She weaves them into melodic prayers,
seeping her soul in the fragrant tea.
Leaves, sticks, pebbles and flowers,
Her potpourri biopsy of nature's sublime.
A hippie heart, this lady of mine.
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