The Warmth of Sunlight
Fleeting task
All my bodys only ask
Seeing birds frolicking
Happily chirping, twittering
floods of flowers, wild in color
Seemingless dreaming, theres no other,
us or them, only spring in its firmest sense of things.
Spring
subtle whispers of spring in the air,
moonrays slowly fading into sunbeam rays,
golden sheen, velvety feeling
basking skins in mothers first season.
its childrens laughter filling the room
sensing preculiar stories to be told soon
wincing, prancing and pulling faces
all just due to some silly candy.
The Tang of Lemon
screaming, laughing wanting more and more
big eyes of surprise after sensing the soar
of sweetness and tartness bonding
in mouths of children, frolicking fond of
the tang of the lemon lingering
little ones happily bickering.
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Midnight Confessions
PoetryUnveiling the raw truths of growing up under the cloak of midnight. Midnight Confessions is a poetry collection that delves into the messy, beautiful journey of growing up. Of what it feels like being in the moment, feeling the a gut-wrenching heart...
