I push the blankets away
waking up groggily
And croak out a yawn
As I rub my eyes awake.
I sigh and walk to the window,
The sight, a discrepancy to what I feel:
Tittering birds and
Verdant groves, home to bustling life.
A picture: loud yet serene,
an incandescent disparity to what I feel.
I step out
Into this world of contradiction
Thriving out of my window
And suddenly yet slow,
My being blooms in this haven of acquiescent atmosphere.
Filled finally with a reason:
A reason to enjoy
the joie de vivre-
The spirited exuberance of nature.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
