I whispered secrets to the sleeping flowers,
And they, in turn, whispered back,
For they knew the language of enchanted dreams,
And the woman who had awakened their dormant souls.
In this tapestry of dreams, I found myself,
A reflection of the universe's grand design,
For I was the woman who dared to dream,
And in doing so, I set myself free.
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Author:
Dove (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
May that freedom fill you with joy and love Dove.
Andy
Thanks Andy
Good write Dove.
😍😍😍😇
A lyrical tribute to your freedom, Dove. Please let me know what you do with it.
A sweet read.
Fly Away... 😁
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