The sun starts to shine,
Golden wheat catches the light,
Flowers and buds bloom open,
To bask in the sunlight.
Winds blow in from the east,
Bringin' the scent of tea,
Oh, the breeze that hits me in the face,
How fresh it feels.
I'm running in the field,
From enemies of my past,
From those I no longer care for,
Oh, how it feels to be free.
For I am hope,
who shan't be restrained,
no more no longer,
I watch my first ever sunrise and smile...
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Author:
Onyx (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 17th, 2022 03:13
- Comment from author about the poem: Many a times our own body feels like a prison. Then, all of a sudden, you look up to see a most beautiful sight which instantly raises your spirits. Sunrise...
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good one poet !! And writing at such an young age, really wonders me. Keep writing !! Welcome to MPS !!
a wonderful message
words imbued with such a tangible source of rejuvenating energy..
thanks for sharing
It's something I can't explain but the feeling is good.
I love this picturesque poem. I truly felt like I was in the breeze of a beautiful landscape. Kudos! 👏
Thank you all for your kind words!
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