Spur of the MOMENT.

A split second,
Summer solstice,
a soul peeping out of window,
teardrop kissing down the face,
"She breathes in, Balances the ace".
Highs and Lows she remembers,
didn't stir instead filters.
Day dreaming invade,
as chocolate slips the hands, is deep as lake,
 the last pip at edge,
didn't actually fall and deduce,
instead pledges love and induce.
Feels like blossoming flowers,
perfect time for words to take power,
the leaves fallen,
Felt alive and not stolen.
It lasts leaving petrichor,
everyone unknowingly breathes a sense of relief.
A wish lasts ever, without metaphor.
"Each spilled phrase, the color,
each inkwell-skinned note,
she is more and more into,
she will keep scrawling to her, for her, about her,
for there is she who doesn't know how not to".


If I did anything right 

in my life, it's when

I started loving myself !

Magic and Secrecy surround her in perfect consistency.

You are loved, is just a passing statement to console one that somewhere "something or someone" loves you. Rather you should have someone to count on, unconditional your being. 

Cherish the flaws, let it be who cares! it's just you who cares. Furthermore, its acceptance of oneself and a sense of self worth.

Why not be voracious to needful and sprout love.

Differentiate from Self-center to Self-worth.

She blossomed herself like flowers,
and even on the days of gloom,
grin like a Cheshire cat,
didn't let anyone assume.

 Have a positive view of yourself, in yourself, and your place in the world.

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