Apr 29
poem 0 comments challenge: Senses
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Spring

7:45am

As I walk down the hill,
the mud squishes underneath me,
And sticks to the side of my shoes.
I squint my eyes as the sun shines
between the trees, and the rush of
the brooke fills my ears.

I can feel my cheeks warm from the sun,
prompting freckles to come out from
hibernation.
I can feel the breeze of a crisp spring morning
brightening the tip of my nose.
Illuminating the ocean blue in my eyes, as they
water from a mix of wind and sunshine.

I feel like a flower, blossoming in Spring.
Bright, tall, and renewed.
Even for just a Monday.

 
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