Come away, O human child.
To the waters and the wild. With a faery, hand in hand.
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
-‘The Stolen Child’ William Butler Yeats –
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Long after fires are spent on ancient ground,
in wind that brings your voice, your smile,
there is no such thing as time, only bare feet on dew wet grass,
The Wild Thing Living.
Oil Painting Wild Thing Living © 2014 Teri Flynn @ Masked Native