And even though I ran through the streets with out shoes I laughed.
I laughed and felt the warm concrete beneath my feet.
I felt alive,more alive than I had ever felt before.
There was an innocence to the world.
There was joy and a simple beauty as the sky turned from blue to orange to pink and finally to violet.
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Poetry of the soul
PuisiA soul is precious.it speaks a thousand words. Thanks to brooklynthedwarf &sophaloaf_13 for encouraging me to post my poetry and telling me that it is actually worth while.
