A woman taught me how to fly.
I learnt the lesson fast, so fast.
She asked if i wanted to be a bird
Or a butterfly...idk...idk...i replied.
I just wanted to spread my wings
And fly...
The problem is she has never taught
Me how to land...
Now i find myself in trouble:
I am forever hovering in the air and this has
Taken me nowhere.
Karla Bardanza
Karla B
Eu sou uma mistura de todas as pinturas, poesias, citações e fotografias. Eu sou uma mistura de todas as artes delicadas. Ora sou tudo, ora sou nada.
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