Breathing the fresh air at last, free from the wrath of the other staff,
I stepped towards the wind, let it blow through my hair,
Brushed against the daisies, made crowns for the fair,
Smelled the sweet air and smiled - quite the rare,
And paused for just a moment.
Just a mere minute,
In which I swallowed the nature around me.
Just a few seconds,
Brushing the tree trunks around me,
Smelling the cold, crisp air,
Pausing to see the world around me.
©bright_as_the_stars
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems
Poesía*20 in writersnetwork* Here I share, My love for words. Enter deep in my realm, Where poems dwell. Once you start, you cannot stop, For magic lurks in every spot.
