Running barefoot through the forests
Sunlight tricking in through the canopies
Hair flowing past shoulders
Strands of gold swishing by.
Feet dipped in cold streams
The rushing sound of a waterfall
Stray drops on pale skin
A birds song.
Jumping off the moss covered docks
Falling, falling, falling
Ears filled with the thrumming waterfall
The waters cold embrace.
Going deeper, deeper still
Eyes gazing towards the sky
A bird? A muffled song
Rushing for air, breaking through the surface
Gasping for breath, a bird sings.
YOU ARE READING
Sad souls
PoetryIn this inconsistent world, the only thing keeping me sane are these words I pen on paper •---•---•---•---•---• Poem and prose
