I see beauty in the gray skies
Warmth in the cold winds
And peace in the darkness.
It is quiet, tranquil
As the clouds fill the morning treeline
And people get ready for another day.
But I stop and look
Because one day
We may not be able to see this.
~~~~~Writer's Note:
I had lost sight for about a year and this poem actually became really powerful for me through the struggles of not knowing if I would have the same views ever again.~~~~~
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Ballerina
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry that I wrote through my senior year of high school for my favorite English class. I wrote these poems at a time in my life where everything was changing- for the better. I hope you enjoy them.
