I want to touch the smoke in the mountain
How did you cover its top
Like a cold blanket
yet comfortable to embrace;
I am in cloud nine.
It is dawn but dusky
The misty meadow
Is it the longest day of the year?
You are the most radiant as if you are in a midst of day forever.
I can smell the flowers bloom
I can hear birds hum
I can feel the gentle breeze
The sun rises;
The morning comes.
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
