Me

I love the smell of flowers,
and the way a soft fabric feels between my fingers.

I love the flash of colours on fancy stationary,
and the way that crystal clinks.

I love the pitter patter of rain when I'm in bed,
and the way that sun warms everything up.

I love the freckles on my skin,
and the way that my eyes focus.

Because in all of these things,
I find me, the person that I am and love.

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