yes she was ready for this
once again
ready to face anything
the rain, the wind, the light..
all was brushing past her hairs
she smiled, loved, laughed
she was not broken, fallen, sick
she has risen, with glistening eyes, alive.
nobody could stop her because she was alone...
yes that was her strength
things were decided for her on her own.
she was the queen of her own world
the author of her own fairytale...who knows it maybe a lovestory..with a happy ending this time.
everything was different this time,
she handled roses with caution, very aware of the thorns they behold. she loved dandelions..because she liked to wish but more than that she liked to fly. fly far away to a place where no one can reach..like the moon..
yes..this time she will fly.
