I'm...breathing,
Breathing deeply...in... out...
And the air is crisp, pure, bracing,
Scented with sun-warmed strawberries.
I can almost taste them.
Is this real?
My lungs feel new as they expand, drinking as much of this loveliness as I can.
It's beautiful...
And I hope it's not just a dream.
YOU ARE READING
The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoesíaPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
