I saw something beautiful as I woke up in the sun’s brilliance.
The grass beneath my skin with such viridity,
The clouds of exuberance fluttering above my head.
And you.
Is there something beautiful in everything?
From the poetry I write where you
stand grounded between each letter that
Dances from the graphite tip,
To the music that is my favorite because
The world’s affairs shape the
Depth of every note
That sings?
Maybe my dreams are amused by my never-ending conundrum.
Perhaps this “something beautiful” was already destroyed
While I desperately wished it was true.
Sierra W.
About the Creator
Sam C.
I have passion in cooking and gardening. Food of all cultures, flowers and plants. Thinking what else I can enjoy doing, and this came along as my new hobby "Writing". I love watching movies and documentaries. Now it's time to "tell".
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ELLEN MARIE
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ELLEN MARIE *** just had to know *** ++++++++++++ As Mike drove through the town he hadn’t seen in about twenty years, he wondered about those he’d left behind when he left for what he thought would be “greener pastures.” He wanted to make his mark on the world. Determination drove him and the little town of Meadowville wasn’t where he wanted to be.
By Margaret Brennan3 days ago in Fiction
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