Like Vapor

A Haiku about Air

By UNpretentiousPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Bernard Hermant on Unsplash

As it brushes by,

It carries different smells,

Yet, it lacks it's own.

nature poetry

About the Creator

UNpretentious

I choose empathy over sympathy, because I am a problem solver. I’m a dreamer, that wants to be able to help others Grow, Evolve and Dream big safely. BOSS Mentality. Poetic Flow. Unconditional Lover. Artisan & Server Spirit. INFP, thats me!

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