The sun got tired of being so huge, so it compressed into a smaller version;
And there she was.
I think of happy when I think of her,
I think of colors,
sparkles,
cheering music,
And positive vibes.
She is always smiling,
She always seems so joyful,
So full of life.
And when I see her, I get inspired.
I aspire to be someday, just like her:
With the same delightful aura,
The same radiant presence,
The same wild soul,
The same lovely trace that she leaves after passing.
She walks in a room, and the room lights up instantly.
YOU ARE READING
My loved ones; a journey.
Poesía“Perhaps one did not want to be loved, as much as to be understood” George Orwell.
