The tall grass wavering in the wind,
The cool breeze caressing my cheeks,
As I meanderthrough the endless field of green,
Idyllic, Irenic, I blissfully feel
The very love of zephyr's gentle stroke,
The landscape shifts and the sky turns dark,
Heavy clouds weigh down from above,
Flowing drops of rain plummet from the sky,
There sat I, a pluviophile,
Resting in the rain, as the petrichor rises
From earth's raw soil,
The sky shifts yet again, to a deep hue,
Endless numbers of stars twinkle against its indigo canvas,
As I lie, supine, facing up towards the heavens, and in this bucolic, I close my eyes,
The scene shifts itself one last time and I open my eyes to my bedroom ceiling.
Hey guys, it's me again! This is about daydreaming about random things which I do very often haha.
Qotd: if you could travel to anywhere in the world(or a made up place), where would it be?
I have sooooo many places I want to visit, a few would be Santorini, and Croatia. If we're talking about fictional then definitely wonderland!🎡
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Ink And Pen; a collection of poems
PoetryHi everyone! This is going to be a place where I post some of my poems. I am very excited to share this with all of you since this is my first time showing other people. I hope you'll enjoy them and please do not hesitate to give me suggestions and...
