flawless

flawless

Your oversized wool off-white cardigan
            (The one with the buttons)
            Thrifted, you said
            As my eyes scanned, discreetly, I hope.
Your voice with the slightest foreign accent,
            Proper yet gentle
            Wisdom and passion pouring out
            As I sat up straighter to listen, trying my best to appear worthy.
Your ability to link words together into art,
            Mesmerizing masterpieces
            To remember, you say, or to empower others, you state
            As I read, feeling awestruck but inferior.
Your confidence while you stand behind the podium,
            (Even with tears and sniffles)
            The ‘Iron Lady’, they call you
            As I sat amazed, intimidated, by the presence of a highness.
Is this envy or admiration?
Because your everything, I wish I had.
Because you’re everything, I wish I were.

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Spontaneous rain cloud in Zagreb.
We were walking around the square, browsing the street vendors when a MASSIVE rain cloud came. Bonding moment with the Croatians as we ran to hide under the street vendors’ ‘roofs’. Everything was soaked really quickly as the vendors immediately tried to cover everything in plastic sheets, or moved things inside and under the roof. Two girls (pictured), courageously braved the mini-storm, and was joined by a young boy afterwards.
Definitely a moment to remember.