Walking through fresh rain on a misty morning
with wet blades of grass
sticking on my toes
Little drops of water
gently kiss my skin
While the soft scent of nature
tickles my nose
on a distant breeze
And I finally felt
at peace
About the Creator
Meghan K. ☽
When I can't say things out loud, the paper is there to listen.
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