Stevie Nicks

I blur the lines, paint my toes black,    
When the weight of the world pulls me back.    
I've always loved the witches who roam,    
In forests where they make their own home.    
    
They live on a frequency, a different wave,    
Healing with herbs, the earth they crave.    
I give people their medicine, sweet and raw,    
A touch of the wild, a glimpse of the law.    
    
Take me far from the city's glow,    
To howl at the moon, where the wild winds blow.    
Dancing through nights with Stevie Nicks songs,    
Whispers of freedom where I belong.    
    
I dream of a love that builds me a space,    
A reading hideaway, a sacred place.    
Endless devotion, no anger or fear,    
Just you, me, and the plants growing near.    
 
In the quiet of the woods, we’ll make our stand,    
A love so deep, it will be written about in the sand.  
 
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