Up I go and ascend the stairs,
The vast sky above my head.
The gentle breeze teasing my hair,
I look at the sky, yellow and red.
Towards the west I take a step,
Distant seems the chitter-chatter.
Calm song of the birds with pep,
Quietly, I observe the rays scatter.
Soothed I am as I watch the sky,
And see the birds take gentle bows.
With some vows, to home they fly,
Serenely, I stand as I eye the sky,
The beautiful sky behind my house.
-2020.05.19
Back when my poems used to rhyme :)
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Eutony
ПоэзияA collection of poems from an introvert's point of view . . . . **As for the title, I really liked the word (which means pleasantness of a word's sound)**
