Running in the wilds, barefoot
Without any directions, without any sense
Things will change soon
The birds will soon start singing
As the winter snow melts,
My frosted hands will not be frigid
The everglades will be smothered rich
With life and colors that have once deserted them
I arched my back, welcomed the febrile sensation
Stark no more, anxiety narrowed
Flowers will no more be barren
For tears of ecstasy will surge endlessly.
I am the Queen of Sunshine.
Melt before me.
CHANGING MY WORLD, ONE MISTAKE AT A TIME.
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