Curious Girl
I want to be like the women on the streets
Carrying their little hand bags
And those little handkerchiefs...
I want to see the great big buildings
And those tiny little leaves
Floating in the air,
Colorful little leaves
Flowing in the air
Like small raindrops, shining
Beautiful and free,
Young,
And just a seed. I? Really...
But am I all ready? The outside world is dangerous, like many men say.
All there is out there...
Could be just like me,
Ready to fly.
I just want to be set free,
like the little tiny leaves,
Like the tiny little leaves,
So I can see
the true me!
YOU ARE READING
~Feelings Purette~
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