She is alive.
She has a universe of her own. Universes, I guess.
She throbs and pulsates with such imagination that worlds get created by a mere glimpse of her thoughts.
She makes a wanderer feel the contentment of being found. And still keep wandering.
She and innocence giggle together. She talks to wonders. She plays games with little shiny things that smile with the sun, dance with the rain, and huddle together with happiness when storms claim to dance.
She lives like no one else ever lived.
Ever will.
She is so alive.
She has a universe of her own. Universes, I guess.
She throbs and pulsates with such imagination that worlds get created by a mere glimpse of her thoughts.
She makes a wanderer feel the contentment of being found. And still keep wandering.
She and innocence giggle together. She talks to wonders. She plays games with little shiny things that smile with the sun, dance with the rain, and huddle together with happiness when storms claim to dance.
She lives like no one else ever lived.
Ever will.
She is so alive.
2 comments:
It's beautiful :')
Its beautiful. Couldn't have described her very essence better with words. Love it!
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