there i lay,
head on pillow,
the scent of lavender
dancing through my nose,
the sound of thunder cracking
outside my window,
the beating of the rain down
on my roof,
the low volume of my music
is my only grasp on reality now.
if not for it,
i would be sleeping peacefully under
the stars, surrounded by fields of lavender
that are drinking up mother nature's wine.
the lightning acting as my night light
as it cracks open the sky
i see a world of possibilities awaiting me
once the storm has passed.
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Among The Wildflowers
Poésiethe weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language a...
