A breathe of fresh air
Collides with your cold pale face.
A blush spreads over your cheeks,
And you smile, dimples laced
With Joy.
The sun peeks out
From behind the clouds.
The beams hit your face,
As your loud
Laughter erupts.
A storm soon hits
Rain splattering the world.
It covers the lens of your glasses,
And wets the tips of your hair
You shrug it off with a giggle.
The snow falls onto
Your lean narrow head.
Mouth wide open,
You catch the snowflakes
With your tongue.
YOU ARE READING
Live With Joy
PoetryJoy. I strongly believe in the power that being joyful brings to life. If I wasn't joyful, I don't know who I'd be. Joy is life for me, and it's my goal to help everyone find the same peace and comfort that I do through God and Christ, and the joy t...
