Silver linings
It all starts with dreams of rolling hills
Basking in the warm sun rays that kiss my skin
Ripe strawberries and cantaloupe cut up by nana
Longing, desperately for release
blossoming in the garden next to the wildflowers and oak trees
Being the river that flows, like the blood in my veins
visceral waves carrying me
Faded, grainy, no shadows and more light
