Your sensitivity, your greatness and your abnegation remained asleep for many years, you don’t know where it came from. I don’t know if this is your mind, your heart, your feelings, your illusions or is it truly you. Your beautiful wings disintegrate in the air as does your life with your love.
You are not alone… you are lovely, you have magic in your hand when you paint, you are my reflection in the mirror… it’s me.