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That "Heidi" inside you

Wipe out the mist, but condense your sight
Picture yourself standing at wuthering heights
Spring up and about, don’t stay put
Hop off your porch and go gallivanting barefoot
Gallop over the pastures like jolly fillies
Wonder what spiders have to do with lilies
Start by searching for snowdrops
Turn baskets and berries into your props
Tag along with some other species
Chase after them, then fall on your knees
Form a circle around the mighty Alp
Witness the breeze trace your scalp
Impersonate those thick clouds
While you sprawl on flowery mounds
Let the docile daisies govern your motion
And be sure to gulp down their divine potion
Open up your heart to Eastertide
Tell all the bitterness to run and hide
Gleam and rejoice with a mere pretzel
Now, impregnate that “Heidi” buried in your vessel.

~Poem 7

There is a child buried in all of us and we must set it free
(Picture credits: Unknown; Source Pinterest)


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