“She’s the language of love,
an open flower in her garden of grace,
She brightened the sky with her luminous colours and calming demeanour,
she’s the langauge of love,
a beauty that brightens any dark sky.-bbw”
She was the body of the earth. Her heart full of flowers, her soul a binding light full of force.
She’s the soul to your heart, the happiness to your tears.
She’s the mother of the world, hands open for love.
She’s the body of hope, caring for her own.
She’s the family when there are none she’s the home when the sky is grey.
Thank you for your love and precious time. Forever grateful for the all the mothers in the world.-bbw
Her mind was lost in the wind, a chaotic soul tangled in her desires. The colour of the world dressed by her beautiful mind. She longed for more than city highs and long days, she wanted a world where the wind was her music and the woods were her friends.
She gave up on the world, refused to become a part of what it was creating. She followed her dreams, she conquered her mind and gave herself a pair of new eyes and followed her soul. She tossed everything that money had given her and bared herself a new face as she walked on broken paths and fallen leaves as she hung her heart on the highest tree for the sun to soak where no one could reach and break it as much as the world did on its own.