1. The difference is what calls,
That certain degree that makes you,
Feel you are running ahead of the world,
Or sometimes you are lagging behind it,
A rush in your blood that gets you curious,
That desire that gets you worked up,
To taste everything,
If possible it could be,
To be everything,
But it's always a rush hour of your feelings,
That makes you all lively,
This is who you are though,
Wild and lovely.
Hugs and kisses,
Everbright 😘🤗
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That Little Artist
PoetryAnother book of poems that I express my feelings (no sad ones though).. Hugs and kisses, Everbright. 😘🤗
