Counting the stars

Out of the pain of the past comes a strength that will last, from the pain of the present a scared heart aches. Her security comes from behind a lens taking snapshots of a world she so desperately wants to see, chasing the sun across the earth with only the wind to slow her down.

She waits for a mothers love as she learns to trust again slowly building bridges I that I myself want to cross to find a love she feels is lost, her love though is cautious hardened by years of tears locked away by her own fears . Her only equal is the orchid matched in beauty and splendor full of life and inspiration though just like an orchid she is ignorant to her own captivating grace.

A shame though it may be her beauty would be lost if paired with vanity. Though hidden behind expansive walls with patience as the only key her light still shines through the cracks of her smile,the sound of her laughter, and the gleam in her eyes when she speaks of something she loves. Her light a promise for the future draws you in, you remain raptured in even its memory.

Even in the dim light that escapes from within her your world is turned from night to day, now just like her you long to chase her sun coaxing what light you can out of her day after day keeping each beam of light close in mind saving it until you can show her her night sky ablaze with stars. With her own universe in front of her eyes she can finally see what drew me.

Try to number all your bright spots of hope all your colors of inspiration, it would be as pointless as counting the stars.

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