A gust,
The drift of pine needles, a cool breeze lingers like a dare.
My lungs catapult in overdrive as I gulp the wind kissed air.
I feel free, I feel alive.
Flushed rosy cheeks
I teeter on the edge of a cliff
It only takes a moment, a second to decided to jump or miss.
A storm is brewing overhead, the rumbling of the skies spreads across the horizon.
The outline of the clouds curve tumultuously
Over and over again
Like glass that shatters in an explosion
So my heart yearns to learn what it means to be free
The storm is in the eyes of my soul I desire to be electrified into ashes.
Take me, break me, zap me,
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go....
I am free
Yet I am not.
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The sea pearls and treasure troves
PoesíaA little poem book and thoughts and random ideas piled into one. Like the ocean is a mix of many bodies of waters, so is this book filled with many ideas.
