The sky dances with blue and pink, as the sun sets across my window. Trees sway in the cool breeze, nice against the sticky heat of the air. My window is thrown wide open, letting in the sweet smell of freshly watered flowers, letting in the hum of bugs under my window in the ivy. From a corner of my room, small music plays, Hozier, singing only for me and the moon, who is peaking her head over the trees. Lying on my bed, I can see the clouds drift in the twilight, peaceful from the buzz in my head. Candles bottles, stones become silhouettes on my window sill, strange objects I fail to recognise as my eyes fall closed. I'm at peace.
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Ciggarates and Moonlight
PoesíaI want to try something new and write poetry :) I hope you like it! Constructive feedback and inspiration is welcome.
