About Me...








Sometimes the stars are you blanket when you are cold,
The clouds and it's prints give you the tickles on your skin,
The cold breeze passes by your neck,
You feel the goosebumps,
All over your skin,
As it's hard to react to the love of nature,
When it whispers,
'You are strong,
And you are different to make everything happen!



Mashutzo Write.

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