Not for the cute skirts and dresses
The bracelets and anklets,
Or the faded denims put on sale.
Not for the perfect breakfast
The cuddles
Or the kisses.
But for the freshness
The chill
The freedom
And peace.
To stay away
To forget
To breathe
To feel alive!
That I travel.
YOU ARE READING
A Storm of Thoughts
PoetryWhy remain dormant when you can burst out and let the world know?
