you'll see it in the emerald gaze
pools of greenery hit your face
isn't that peace?
finding solace in silence
let the waves kiss the cliffs
the endlessness of this moment
nostalgia spilt over every hill
rays from above burning your blood
wouldn't you miss it?
miss the river whispering "you'll be okay"
YOU ARE READING
summer and her freedom
Poetry"summer and her freedom" refers to some short poems that have been written over the span of a few years, through the good and bad nights, I could always confine in the screen staring back at me. I realised whilst writing I had always connected with...
