The wind gust chillingly warm my heart and burn my soul.
The feelings of air...
Blowing through my hair
rushing into my lungs
and making me teary eyed
Its visciously comfortable
but only to few.
Have you felt it?
let me show you.
close your eyes
feel the breeze
It wont be warm
but I wont let you freeze
Come closer for heat
look me in the eyes
when you experience it
I wont be the only one who cries.
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Coloured thoughts: A collection of poetry & various ramblings of John Wallace
PoetryLike the colours of a rainbow , My mind too can be bright. I dont really have a fixed style of writing. I just go with the flow! I touch on topics of love , thoughts , emotions and even life. Mental health is a large contributing factor in most...
