WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

WILDFLOWER BLOOM
Not a rose in a garden, confined and controlled,
But a wildflower blooming, vibrant and bold.
A slender stem reaching for sunlit skies,
A strength that defies, with fire in its eyes.

Shoulders that bear burdens, a spirit untamed,
Curves that flow freely, effortlessly named.
Skin that remembers the whisper of breeze,
A tapestry woven with stories that appease.

Not measured by form, but by all it can do,
A wildflower's beauty, forever anew.
A testament to life, a spirit unbound,
A symphony rising from fertile ground.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI