The whistling of the wind
The soft white sand touching your feet
The trees are dancing has if they're on que with the wind
And you are as calm as the waves
But in reality
You're looking at yourself in the mirror
Wishing so badly to be there
To finally to be calm and distressed
Dancing with the trees to the wind
Looking at yourself again
Your hand swiped fast just like the darkness
Finally dancing with the trees
Finally as calm as the whistling wind
Finally as clam as the waves
YOU ARE READING
Poems I write
PoesíaI'm okay if you read them I just write them I was just listening to some Billie Eilish and I said why not cuz I was learning this in class like last year
