The self-love buried in her sandy brown eyes Waiting for the wind to settle down To have a clear vision of who she is She's growing a deep rooted tree embedded with self-doubt Only if she knew her tears are watering the tree Strengthening her biggest rivalry
It’s that time once more. Meeting between pastel colors. I’m happy and free. Singing our song together. When bluebirds meet on wings of daffodils there is hope all over. Birth of new beginnings.