The wind in her hair
And the grass far below her feet
She begins to breathe again
She smells the fresh air
The air she wants to be able to smell
For the rest of her life
She also hears the bird sings their happy song
As she begins to draw her picture
She allows her picture to form itself out
After she gets done drawing her picture
She realized she had drawn her favorite angel; her dad
Who had been in the army
Kittycatlove
Hi again. I am just so happy to be able to share these poems with you guys.
YOU ARE READING
short stories and poems
RandomI have written some short stories and poems and i want you to read them.
