Monday, February 21, 2011

looking towards the daybreak
the sun glistening in my eyes
the beauty, so vivid, so awake
what's yet to come shall arrise

the air whisps by, with a tender embrace
the breeze flows through the grass
I've never seen a nicer place
I wish this photograph would forever last

the wind, the earth, the trees
they whisper, you're loved
the birds, the squirrels, and the bees
tell a story I've once heard of

don't rush, don't rush
your glittered heart
it's beating so loud,
just breathe.

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