“She never let the bruises of past become an obstacle in her growth and blooming.”

The white pure sheet of her life had thunderous and royal purple lavendar pride with a golden heart.

Moon and stars are what my dark sky has felt but with the story love of his existence.

Moon and stars are what my dark sky has felt but with the story love of his existence.

She is a woman that stands upright with her hand on her sword and pen that protects the innocent with her courage.

Her stressed soul had windows of crushing shards of wilting petals screaming for life.

Everyday she spoke to her souls filled with tranquility until it bloomed fragrant vibes.

It has taken her countless lessons to let go the thorns that scarred her brutally.

You aren’t a caterpillar but a steel sheilded butterfly so roam freely outside your cocoon.

She is a woman, bold and courageous and a goddess.

She is a woman with courage flowing in her veins that shield the loved ones with all her might.

She wraps her cleansed mirrored soul around the filthy dirty lungs to free them towards sanity.

She is the fertile earth that blooms rubies with her blood and honor.

She breathes with ease only when she knows that her core is special just like her existence.

She wished he was her essence but he wasn’t even worth to breathe the air she lived in.

She is a voice that can never be silenced, even if her echoes are transformed from blood and ink to rare gems.

She is the guardian of innocent souls.

Try to believe that still within you are flowers left to bloom.

Let yourself breathe. Let yourself grow. Give all your petals permission to unfold.

She understood what it meant to have a breathing space, she gave her loved ones enough to bloom in the light of sparkling silence.

The way we identify and awaken is all a natural process for life waking up to itself. Already awake. There is truly nothing you can do! You can not force a flower to bloom.

I will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.

She is like water lily, because in the most hostile waters she blooms.

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.

Sometimes it takes going back to your roots to bloom.