Feel the morning wind breezes through your skin,
fly as you are the happiest bird in the universe;
be free and happy like the world has never seen,
for you are unconfined sparkle soul turning into rainbow burst.
Feel the shine of the noon's sun,
be a happy kid on summer's holiday;
don't let those smiles gone
for the kindness you've given will return in another day.
Feel the delicate scenery of an evening sky,
see how the sun sets by the sea;
you shouldn't be blue and cry,
just breathe and sip your tea.
Keep on believing that things
will get better.
Just wait and see.
YOU ARE READING
Dusty Ink.
PoetryThis is where my soul hides. It is a book full of words that combines into an art. My only runaway mess of reality. It is a pack of love, heartbreak, and the dark side of me put into one. So, here I scream my thoughts, will you feel my scars?
