Spelade
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On those nights
when the thick snow drifts
through moonlight
and the sky looks like falling stars
close your eyes
look up
tongue out to the gods
and feel the cool ash burn you.xx Atticus
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Hello, and welcome to another week of Naked on Cashmere. This week, Atticus explores the theme WILD and invites you to take a moment each day to reflect on what this means to you. Xx
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What of the firefly,
the one I love to chase?
The old man smiled
Love her
he said
but leave her wild,
and the old oak tree I love to climb?
Love her, he said, but leave her wild
the bird that sings that song I love?
Love her, he said, but leave her wild
and the wolf that cries to the old joke moon?
Love her, he said, but leave her wild
and the horse that loves to run with storms?
Love her, he said, but leave her wild.
And what of her,
the one I love most?
And the old man smiled.
Yes, he said,
you must love her too
but love her wild
and she’ll love you.
Other Poem Read Today:
“Bird on a Wire" by Leonard Cohenxx Atticus
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www.atticuspoetry.com
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Somewhere
in the great landscape of time
there is a garden growing
the most beautiful rose
that has ever been
and that will ever be -
you are that rose,
forever to me.
xx Atticus
@atticuspoetry
www.atticuspoetry.com
