Tag: follow one’s way

  • Skirts

    Skirts

    You were literally in your mother’s skirts.They were beautiful.You were beautiful.But you don’t like them anymore. Now emancipated,You choose your wardrobe.Your abundant hair turns around your headAs if to make the link between the present and the past.Or do you use itLike antennasTo reach out to others?Your big heart always sees nothingBut their qualities. Beautiful,…