Wild Heart
Last night...
I dreamed of a child with a wild unbroken heart and smiling mischievous eyes
She was wearing a rainbow dress and socks that did not match
A perfect mess clothed in innocence and wonder
With a dirty face and chipped nail polish on her tiny fingers
As I watched her dance and laugh
I felt the sudden urge to paint outside the lines
Copyright © Roy Wilde | Year Posted 2023
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