Sun beats down on heads light with the thoughts of youth, baking them into sweet oblivion. The light is unavoidable as its iridescence spatters the world with its own obstinate perspective. Some find it strange that the air is still so kind as to allow laughter to penetrate it, twisting its monotony into sweet music. The pavement outside still bares the marks of an unwary adventurist whose heart had been purged of petty preoccupations by the clear blue sky. Shouts of triumph clash with the stillness of nature as victory is grasped by two dirt streaked hands and secured by a baseball mitt. The pond stirs as ripples collide with the shore, their tiny stories spurring more which coincide to transform the glassy surface. Sweat soaked legs dive into the depths amidst yet another chorus of gleeful screams. Bonfires crackle against the beckoning dark to cast brilliance upon the grins surrounding it, illuminating the daring spark within each eye. Round faces soft with wonder gaze into the vastness of sky as a strong voice weaves stories into the night air, drifting upwards to settle amongst the stars, their memories immortal.
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Meandering Thoughts
PoetryMy very first book of poetry throughout which a handful of thoughts are tossed, and even crafted, onto the page. I'll update regularly. Here's hoping it's a good one.
