when the wind whistles
past my eardrums +
settles against the
back of my neck
its okay.
when the suns rays
crawl along my skin
+ creep into my pores
consuming my body +
enveloping me with a
heated embrace
its welcomed.
when the fresh water
trinkles down the
ravine + waddles its way
around my feet
i can taste the bubbles
forming between the surface
+ air . . .
its relished.
the sway of the trees
the smell of the fire--
the purity of this
moment
piece
time
its flourished.
-tier
(4/25)
past my eardrums +
settles against the
back of my neck
its okay.
when the suns rays
crawl along my skin
+ creep into my pores
consuming my body +
enveloping me with a
heated embrace
its welcomed.
when the fresh water
trinkles down the
ravine + waddles its way
around my feet
i can taste the bubbles
forming between the surface
+ air . . .
its relished.
the sway of the trees
the smell of the fire--
the purity of this
moment
piece
time
its flourished.
-tier
(4/25)
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