The wind whispers sweet things in my ear
Something that I love to hear
The grass tickles my feet, my toes
The sun, the only one who knows
Knows I'm hear on the Earth I call mine
The shine of my home makes me loose time
If only Earth be the one who never dies
It was the one to open my eyes
The wind hugs and tickles
Leaving goosebumps, small prickles
As I run down the walk
As the wind continues to talk
The gravel makes a soothing sound
As I run my life all around
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Heart.
PoetryThe tears have been long gone Since the page was torn apart I don't need the paper now I know my poems by heart The poems are my life for now Now, then, and forever These are the deepest depths of my heart Much heavier than a feather The life of me...
