Skin the colour of wheat
And eyes like a golden sunset
Hands like paint brushes
And a mind littered by the cosmos
An electric tune tugging my heart strings
My head is a bird in the clouds
Carried by the wind
Soaring high and low
Far and wide
In lands unknown
Territories uncharted
Searching for the right branch to perch upon
To sing its unknown melodious tune
And yet my heart remains
Still a child on the playground
Anya Sadozai is 17 years old and attends Lahore Grammar School Defence in Pakistan. She enjoys creative and intellectual outlets such as arts, dance, music, creative writing, and essays.
