I run wild through the forest,
Wild like the ribbon forgotten-
from the tail of a kite.
I sail wild like a creature born to run-
over the forest floor,
A wolf among sheep.
I can not keep still.
I must roam to feel the wind
upon the flesh of my being.
The untimely innocence- chases me,
Through a burning flame of desire.
Desire to be WILD- flying in the breeze,
Never Seen. Only Heard, only Known.
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Upon deciding to blog about my life I decided that I would come up with a pseudonym, simply because it would give me the liberty to write things that I may not write otherwise. It's as simple as that. I want to have complete honesty about the thoughts that will become words to tell the story of my life, the opinions of my heart. E.V Nabors is also a homage to my roots, to my family tree. The oak tree standing in the forest of understanding; I hope it will speak out and inspire you. If I can do but one thing it is to help the robin into her nest.
Oaks Of Splendor 