I close my eyes and let my thoughts flow.
I feel the cold floor beneath me. The warmth of the sun on my face.
I smell grass, flowers.
I smile, I feel myself drifting away into somewhere unknown.
I feel the wind in my hair, I feel happy
I feel carried away.
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
