She cries in my arms
with no words to describe her feelings.
No words I could possibly understand,
I mean; language flows from her but
none is understood.
We have a barrier so we try to climb it
with looks, soft touches, and smiles.
When people ask
Freedom: Now Streaming.
Written By: ReBecca DeFazio | More Than a Flower
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Reaching for something in the distance that
takes no shape yet; I can almost taste it.
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