The wind sighs through nearby trees,
and I follow suit as I drift into peace.
The sun is resting against my skin,
and I let the warmth of it seep in
to my muscles. Tiredness is fleeting,
and I have some time before the next meeting.
For now, I have no burdens on my chest.
At the moment, all I have is rest.
I love just sitting in the sun.
I hate the hot humidity, though.
It's killer :D
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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