wildflower, the boundless soul.
Her robust laughter fills the canvassed garden as she explores the perpetual forest of her strength, ocean of wisdom and absorb the humor of her soul.
wildflower, the courageous soul.
The fears she defeated, the integrity that lies within the soul of vulnerable yet righteous self of her being speaks courage in every way.
wildflower, the miraculous soul.
Her ecstatic voice feels every promises with joys of rainbows. The color of her pain keeps me from floating away in the vast blue of grief.
She is not perfect, she is what she need, the sanctuary of spirits.
Every fiber of her being spreads the warmth of hopes and lights of truth. She is cautious. she fears you, the insecurities, perhaps it protects her.
She blooms with dreams in the dark cold night leaving the melodies of sweet behind.
wildflower, the untamed soul.
she moves with the wind along the weeds exploring the walls of her heart. She has no such home for the heart that is wild .She sets no such destination as she finally free.
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Supriya limbu
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