"Take a few steps outside,
The view so clear yet so wide
Birds whistling as the blue sky is clear
Wind blowing around the grass that is near
"It's so peaceful yet so quiet"
You think out loud to yourself,
Going outside feels better after
A while of being on the shelf
Each flower having small little droplets of
Rain on them as they bloom,
Not like the ones that are stuck in
Your warm yet empty room
The blue waves from the ocean
Slamming down onto the sandy ground,
Just noises of the waves washing away
Without a person, without a sound
Your long thick dark brown hair being
Blown swiftly away with the cold wind,
Each strand of hair becoming so soft
Yet so thin
"It was a beautiful day today"
You say,
The fluffy white clouds each going
Around and away."
(A/N: This might've sucked since I'm tired a bit and all but, I did this poem because I notice how I used to hate going outside a lot and don't get me wrong I still do since I'm more of an indoor person,
But instead of back then, it seems..peaceful and beautiful whenever I go outside now and I enjoy it instead of it seeming stupid to me and nothing else more like how I used to think.)
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°✕Small Stories✕°
AlteleSince I noticed that I've been lately writing too much in my story vent book, I've decided to make another story book where I feel like doing this either out of: boredom, feeling too happy, spoilers or something, and other crap. Unlike sad or happy...
