I hear the trees greet me
When I am down the wind pick me
up, she envelopes and tickles
The clouds dance with the sun
in their best outfits, a perfect balance
of shadow and glimmer
Together they make a song
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay”
they sang it to me over and over
Call me mad; but the nature
has always comforted me
in ways nothing else was able.
mayhap, your fingertips cannot manifest a birth of a star, but darling, dare gleam. inhale your poetries and carve them inside my tongue. breathe to me the universe, breathe for me.
(Submitted by @honeyedlemonjuice)
Trees and bushes brim with ribbons
Some fallen to the path like polka dots
The sun sprinkled on layer of glitter
My heart glows pink and yellow
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