the wind no longer blew;
and I found in me,
what had grounded me
but, to my surprise,
it wasn't you.
Eloquence.
Punctured only
by streams of sunshine
and the soothing sounds
of intricate drums.
Fear.
… infused with faith
and peppered with love
for the simple pleasures:
sips of coffee interrupted
by glances at pages
of leather-bound treasures.
Romance.
A firm obsession
with sincere expressions,
and an utter devotion
to hope.
Kinks and curls
of a story to be told,
by an independent voice
of a woman...
daring to be bold.
These are the things
I found in me.
sips of coffee interrupted
by glances at pages
of leather-bound treasures.
Romance.
A firm obsession
with sincere expressions,
and an utter devotion
to hope.
Kinks and curls
of a story to be told,
by an independent voice
of a woman...
daring to be bold.
These are the things
I found in me.
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