Draped with the

Earthly zephyr,

Lifting ordeals

of the grace.

Insighting reasons

for being countered,

By the owns,

With the means.

Oh! Thats not

a hinderance,

but the strength to

Grow.

I’ll be weave

of aster,

And you’ll be left

to hay.

Blurred around

the Bow,

Isn’t another

End.

Just a way

to begin,

From the place where,

My Smiles are Blue.

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WEARING

Wardrobe Courtesy by Its So Me

Photography  by Zain Ali

Love,

Elyseah