I want to love myself to the point that old traumas roll off my skin, like water falling from wings, The droplets of my healing nourishing parched souls, so that they too may find their wings and fly once more. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
I want to love myself to the point that old traumas roll off my skin, like water falling from wings, The droplets of my healing nourishing parched souls, so that they too may find their wings and fly once more. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy