as I lie down
in a bank of snow,
my hat pulled over my ears,
and my hair twisted into a braid,
I look at the puffy white clouds,
floating through the blue backdrop.
I close my eyes,
feeling the wind caress my face.
and I suddenly wish to be laying,
in a grassy field,
with daisies intertwined in my locks,
and perhaps,
you could lay next to me.
[to whoever is reading this: I'd like to know, what's your favorite flower? Mine's a daisy.]
YOU ARE READING
cloud nine
Poetry❝you are my cloud nine.❞ [a collection of poetry and prose in verse- its sole purpose to make that wonderful smile of yours appear.]
