'It Is About Me Now' Poem by persian khushi

Clouds are pouring none stop,
bearing their all,
emotions suppressed,
after a very long a long drought,
giving her the chance to do the same..
walking in the energetic train,
of love so deep,
now lost,
tears of joy,
being grateful for all elements,
humbled by adversity
trying to force her to grow up in mid 20’s,
she know my fate,
the destiny she creates,
painted canvas reflect her soul,
with open wings
waiting to embrace her heart
she is roshan from the blue skies,
excellent and thorough in what she does,
the hands that points a finger,
has four fingers pointing
right back at them
now that she has spoken her mind
let her be to live her life..... free....