Finally.
All the flowers growing around me
the little sparkles allowed to gleam
and the beauty of tenderness,
the most precious form of love,
comforting me.
How come I was so blind,
how come I couldn’t see?
I am that Mountain,
Mighty and Lush.
They came to me attracted by magnificence
they could not handle.
I let them perish in their corner of misery,
it was their choice
so I let them go,
for now I remember who I am.
Free, Deep and True.
