I write everything. Every thing. 

Mornings, afternoons, evenings, sun, moon, stars, sky.  

I write about love. 
I write whatever comes to my mind.  I can write about you. About us. 

I write the talk. I talk what I write. 
Every thing in everything, I write.

My mind is like a butterfly. 
It goes anywhere it pleases.
With it's wings spreading,
it continues growing.

-petaloúda 🦋