Oh lord,
It’s happening,
Finally…
Ah, those wings are appearing,
That crown is visible now…
She can see that,
&
Feel that, too…
Head over heels,
She is in awe of the self…
The world belittled her,
She uplifted the self…
Judgements,
Comments,
Tone,
Anger,
What not?
But…
None matters to her anymore…
In peace with the self,
She is comfy in her own skin…
With an Expression she want to Fly….
She is full of confidence world can’t deny….
For her..
dance,
and drinks,
and sings,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush her wings.
Good Luck….
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