A tensed world of stars in her eyes
A thousand flowers in her body
Made up of sadness but smells like fresh roses
Who may it be? Okasha sounds like rushed winds
Hearing the name give you butterflies?
Oh! please, don't be shy.
A little poet with small hands, writing a letter to herself, again
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Yeah, I have written about myself and I think, everyone should love their own self or try to love bit by bit. Self love isn't easy but you'll learn by adopting positivity in your life. I know, it will probably make you crawl on your knees but think differently for once. Find peace in your own body💓🌼
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