With hair down, let the wind blow
Breathing freshness, crisp and sweet,
Spreading new seeds, ready to grow
The world is rich with more to know
And more lone tasks to complete
With hair down, let the wind blow
Into the world, explore and go
Discovering wonders before discreet
Spreading new seeds, ready to grow
Alone, the self is the greatest foe
So never accept self defeat
With hair down, let the wind blow
All reservations, to the wind throw
Preserving only hope elite
Spreading new seeds, ready to grow
Don’t rush through, take it slow
Enjoy every moment of this treat
With hair down, let the wind blow
Spreading new seeds, ready to grow
Author notes
A villanelle for english class. I'm not a fan of it so feel free to be harsh in critisism.
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