I fell and got up.
I fell and got up again.
I fell and took my wings.
They were broken.
I joined them,
I glued them,
And now they shine.
They were in a forgotten and dusty drawer.
I place them nicely and start flying.
At first, I lose my balance
But something in me tells me not to give up,
To move on,
The road opens and is full of beauty,
Color,
Poetry about life lived to the fullest,
Delicate and soft scent,
Dance and happiness that I feel it touches every pore, every part in my body.
Cries the soul of longing for love,
That love that fulfils me and has no expectations or disappointments.
Self-love is the only great and perfect.
Just for me
And this time I don’t share it with anyone.
Self-love is only mine.
Come, don’t wait,
Love yourself as only you do.
You can do it, wonderful and complete woman!
You are enough!
You are here, now for yourself.
Live and cherish yourself!
