inside me
there is a little girl
who plays on concrete sidewalks
she puts fireflies in jars
and makes crowns
with white clover and dandelion
her world smells like
cut grass, water hoses
earthworms and summer days
feet dirty and bare
she slips into bed
her windows open
( amanda nicole )
i don't want to be curated compartmentalized i am not one color or place or time of day for me the light is not always just so i am wind blowing where i will and water changing color and current as i
there's a dragon in my heart she inhales fire and exhales song her wings are made of feathers leather and she's as vulnerable as she is strong her heart is my heart and it's golden like the sun she's
my heart has found what she always longer for a connection to Spirit and a key to the fairy door ( did you know they are one and the same? ) ( amanda nicole )