Lying on my back, I watch the silver stars, dancing high up in the sky, as if they've got their own ballroom music playing someplace that I can't see.
The grass beneath me feels like silk, as if I'm laying on the softest bed ever made, and it's just for me.
The warm summer breeze around me hugs me gently, like a big blanket, intent on making me feel welcome and loved, where I belong.
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
