Every day

Fall asleep
Whispers seek.

Forty years late
See yourself chic.
Is it possible?
Hallucinating about the world
Is being obsessed.

It stirs the sou
Control
Exotic like a rock.

Shades of free spirit
Gone are the days
Source of inspiration flow into the woods.

Wonder
Strapless beauty gathering for your heart
Find your voice.
Shhhhhhh!

By: Victoria Horton