It feels like spring. Everything is blooming and bright forever like eternal peace.
It feels like a first love. Your heart jumps and leaps under the sun in Greece.
It feels like your first time. Your knowledge is thin but you crave to accomplish.
It feels like an autumn sweater. Your warm and cozy yet feel neat and polished.
If you don't know the brilliant feeling yet, I pity you.
This feeling is bursting and loud in my heart but surely not something new.
This feeling lingers and stains like an eternal first kiss.
It fills you with a radiance and heat leaving you in utter bliss.
This feeling empties the world from its crazy chaos and shear busyness.
If you don't know it now I pity you more, for this feeling is happiness.
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The Bees, The Honey & The Bears
PoetryPOETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
