Birds (seagulls) soaring high over us
but were high enough already,
legs dangling over the cliff
overlooking the waters below,
wind gently caressing her hair,
as she tucks it behind her ear,
as she intently stares at the ocean,
as I admire her
her hands, they're so small
enveloped in mine -
the sparks of fire too much
close
closer, closer still.
But right now...
This is more than enough.
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Misster Normal (A Poetry Collection)
PuisiEveryone's different. But everyone has the same standards to be normal. So... what is exactly being 'normal'? Please note that every persona is different to represent everyone (although some may share things in common). Credits to the artist for the...
