Sometimes I feel like a Kite. Flying high on the blue infinite sky, and yet grounded by the hand that takes me wherever whenever it wants...if I could only break that tiny thread and run away, far very far...between the clouds and hide, never to be seen again...ah!...I want to...
let me break free.
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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