If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
I’d wear the sky, woven soft and wide,
With wind for sleeves and cloud for pride.
No buttons, seams, nor threads that bind,
Just freedom draped in peace of mind.
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
I’d wear the sky, woven soft and wide,
With wind for sleeves and cloud for pride.
No buttons, seams, nor threads that bind,
Just freedom draped in peace of mind.