bilete henta frå Soul Soup.
I won’t die with my song inside me.
I sing everyday my eclectic tune – arms wide, raw heart exposed.
I laugh as I make up words knowing I will find my way and persevere when my sweet song is reduced to a raspy whisper in moments of despair ---
But I sing, still I sing, sing, sing my song - will not be caged.
My radiant eyes will give it away.
My song has broad flowing wings that effortlessly soar and fill the sky with wild colored sprinkles of me.
- Kirsten Jongen