I run with the wind
and leave you to bite the dust of my triumph.
You can teach yourself to believe that I
am just some silly blonde girl with her
naive little head in the clouds,
but that's because you can't even begin to see above the sky lines that I flourish in.
My life is the ever changing garden of the sky.
I don't have roots to be planted down.
I am as free as the wind.
So do not dare to get caught up in a raging storm in the sky,
If you can't handle the wind I bring.
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Love Lies Here
PoesíaPoetry from the love song that's stuck in my heart. And love letters to myself. /// Continuation of "Love Lies", my previously written book of poetry.
