of wind in my hair, laughing,
like the child I chase.
Pure, simple pleasure:
Able body and free will.
Such is liberty.
Genie wished for legs
Not only to be his own
Master, but to run.
of wind in my hair, laughing,
like the child I chase.
Genie wished for legs
Not only to be his own
Master, but to run.
Lovely!😊
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