She admired the bird flying free
The rooted tree
Yet she knew she wouldn’t want to be
Anything other than herself
To her
She was just enough

She admired the bird flying free
The rooted tree
Yet she knew she wouldn’t want to be
Anything other than herself
To her
She was just enough

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths