Wild Flowers
Searching until the bottom of my soul finding the shallow on the top of my heart touching the ground and feeling awkward sometimes I wish I could see beauty in every space The river take my breath away but the sea heal my mind and on this new spring I'm hopping a bloom knowing about the scary things, my scares protect me to find I new place where I want to belong Even if I should expand and extract my tiny strategic person could you hold my hand? until not feel any necessity of bear upon the result Now my flowers are dried unique scene we still have watering new wild seeds can I proclame for more essence?
