Starchild
Son of a Empress. Should you not stand tall? If I could hold you, make you leave the darkness. Mend your broken crown, restore the fearless shine in your eyes!
If they try to make you small, remember you are born out of Mother Earth. To compare with clouds, roaring rivers, shift of seasons, warming sun.
Copyright © Mukhia Deva Ruben | Year Posted 2017
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