The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky… The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own – Maya Angelo.
Dress: Madam Wokie
Necklace: madam Wokie
Musu Kaikai