Grow some wings or grow some flowers either way you'll look breathtaking.
It's the passion and determination that burns my eyes as I see your aura.
You're turning me on.
You're closing your eyes.
You don't care about the sight of beauty, you rather touch it through the air as you breath it into your lungs.
It's the wind you're soaring through, it's the flowers you're planting.
The fresh smell of freedom bonding with relaxation.
YOU ARE READING
Wonder along with my poetry.
PoesíaWhen I want to have my feelings under control I go and write up these little poem like stories. It's the best therapy to write out your emotions. Enjoy my nonsense.
