17 weeks and 5 days
33.97% of 2021
Photo credit: Walberto Miranda (Dad)
I’ve looked for you in all the old familiar places and then in places I’ve never searched before.
At the edge of my search, I realized you are not lost only hidden.
You, wildflower are hidden from the spaces, faces, and things you used to know.
Unseen in what feels like fields and fields of land between us.
I pray that as the season changes
that the wind would carry the seeds of your heart
back to the meadow where you belong
where the wildflowers grow.
My Free spirit.
Uncultivated by the mainstream.
My Independent thinker.
My Brave girl growing wild and free in a world plagued by conformity.
I miss you deeply..
P.S. Love your Forever Like you for always