Skiing down a hill with powder snow
I am as free as bird
I can make my own decisions
My thoughts go through my mind
As the wind passes me
My friends are my heart and spirit
Without my friends I am like and empty house
I am the queen of my brothers
I feel loved of my family
I am the luckiest person ever
1 comment:
This really sound like you! I could read this and know exactly who is behind this poem. Keep writing with detail and use your feelings.
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