Time went bittersweet,
Hopes and dreams are shaping,
including her sense of style,
sketchy colors from her attire
From roots to fruits,
colorful wheel of truth
her mates could have similar thoughts,
that her body lies and changes contour
an invoice of ****** characteristics,
continuously develop,
are you one of the assets?
Hotter than a winter season,
bridges a glimpse of ****** desire
The pursuit of independence,
Her identity is prominent
She could be artist in many ways,
So do you,
A singer, dancer or a writer,
But she’s now logical, an abstract dealer,
or in many ways, an idealistic painter
She saw the world,
simply using her feathers
she thinks matches the weather,
but most of the time,
she fakes and heal from prayers,
that one day she’ll know most,
of executive’s duties or more
This poem's part of my final project
