I have no words for what I felt.
I wore a beautiful, windy belt.
Closed my eyes and flew away.
Like following the heaven’s way.
As a host of cloudy fellow.
Welcomed me and said hello.
A world in glee, so far one could see.
It was a tangled mystery.
How, when and where I went.
Such a glee land where I was sent.
I saw so much and had a lot.
My heart sang it’s just a jot.
But the pleasure that I had.
There I couldn’t ever be sad.
That day I truly felt.
How in imagination, one could melt…..
Background;
That day was an off day for me, and I was extremely pessimistic due to overthinking. I sat in front of a window, thinking of all the ways to calm myself down when suddenly, nature does that for me. It started withbreeze blowing, then followed by me delving into it and finally leading me to end up with closed eyes, thinking of how blessed I am to sense the minimal pleasures around me. I can never forget that amazing pleasure that lit me up and shifted that pessimistic Daya to an optimistic one.
About the Creator
Daya Edward
I am from a gigantic pool.
Where people are somewhat classy and cool.
I can twist what's already twisted.
Where I can unfold all the misted.
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Yup, nature does that! great poem.