at twelve years old,
the yearning’s strong
for freedom’s close
equivalent
like carefree mornings,
barefoot moss,
and rushes
unambivalent
on bicycles
with arms held wide,
and lakeside morns
exploring
the slipping feel
of barefoot moss,
a young heart’s full
outpouring
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