- The solemn air flows
Freely,
With grace.
"I'm jealous of the wind."
I hear myself saying.
"Why?"
My soul asks intriguingly.
"Freedom." I say,
The wind has freedom.
Something I long for.
~Samruddhi.
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
Freedom.
- The solemn air flows
Freely,
With grace.
"I'm jealous of the wind."
I hear myself saying.
"Why?"
My soul asks intriguingly.
"Freedom." I say,
The wind has freedom.
Something I long for.
~Samruddhi.
