Pieces of Our Soul
The art of sharing a glimpse of stories.
When you're lost in the woods hiding in the shadow,
But you stumbled in the middle of old oak trees
And waved in wonderment and uttered hello.
Happiness doesn't speak perfection.
But blissful poise in greys and joys.
In the world's shameful rejection,
Modesty will be your noise.
So, take a pose in style in the heather garden
And photograph the pieces of your soul.
When you wonder again in the woods
Know that she believed she could.