KM

Blooming quietly, like April mornings—tender, calm, and full of promise.

Her heart as fierce
As the crashing waves,
Her pride will not be
Taken to the grave.
With a mane as golden
As the birds who soar,
She was born
And taught to roar.

Not all those who wander are lost 🦌

If you want to fly, give up everything that weighs you down 🦋

Go to where the wonder is🍃

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You can always find hope in a dog's eyes🤎