Like A Bird
If I can describe myself in one word it would be dreamer.
When I was little I dreamt of being a bird so I can fly
those long summer nights, while the sky is turning violet and gold.
Seeing the shifting colors remind me of painting,
selectively choosing a color that will best suit your master piece.
Drawing and sketching bring me a peace of mind while the world is in a constant buzz
like a humming bird.
Still as I grow I don’t want to lose myself in the world
I still want to express my creativity by designing buildings to stay grounded
but at the end my goal is to reach for the skies.
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