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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm Free Spirit, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, loneliness, nature, poetry, Worldly Winds poetry
I am a free spirit –
I go where the North winds take me,
whilst the restless dried leaves tumble and fall,
the bitter breeze blows,
calling them.
I am in no man’s land –
free as the mountain streams,
following gravity’s pull to conditionality,
quietly seeping to the core,
deep down, calcified,
no one knows me,
no one owns me,
being a free spirit,
is lonely.
Free Spirit by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
2016
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