She was like a blooming flower
That shines every summer.
With the wind
That flows in her hair
And stars that sparkles
In her eyes
And the crescent moon
That curves in her lips
She made everyone
Look to her twice.
No, she is not inlove to anyone
She love that finally,
She learned to love herself

When she was 5,
Her only dream was to fly—
Like a bird wandering the world,
Like a butterfly dancing with the flowers
A bug playing with the wind.

She's finally 18
And still wishing to fly—
Away from sadness,
From heartaches
From pains.
And for a second,
She lived with her dreams
And vanished with it then.