Opened up,
I've let nature take me.
It's an unknown aura that's embraced me
causing me to feel goosebumps
like the gravel of
a road that leads to only one end:
happiness
YOU ARE READING
The Air I Breathed in That Morning
PoésieI'm not a poet. I'm not really a writer. But I decided the little things I write shouldn't go unnoticed. I hope you get to see a little bit about another individual you've probably never met. Leave a comment. It's nice when people appreciate the lit...
