I'm the soft breeze that blows on a summer night,
the orange leaf that glides down from a tree.
I'm the chilling snow that glistens in the night,
the rain that cascades upon the earth.
A consequence of living,
mundane.
But yet, it seems to excite you.
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First-time poetry
PoesiaI've recently started to write and wanted to make it public. So enjoy!
Mundane
I'm the soft breeze that blows on a summer night,
the orange leaf that glides down from a tree.
I'm the chilling snow that glistens in the night,
the rain that cascades upon the earth.
A consequence of living,
mundane.
But yet, it seems to excite you.