with these misty mornings comes the light of the sun
gazing down at me with those hopeful eyes
as the grass swallows my courage and pride
my fingers clench deep into the dark warm soil
but my soul emerges, fighting free like a burning fire
it lifts me high
to clamber back onto my feet once again
my legs star running
running away from this fate you handed me
to freedom and new life
full of beauty and blue skies
where the sun gazes upon me with love
throughout
2 writings:
Can't possibly explain how much I enjoy reading those lines.
Love.
Let the sky be green and the grass be blue.
That's the way our little world appears in this universe.
Upside down for a new beginning.
x
Your poem is just beautiful.
...'gazing down at me with those hopeful eyes' = love
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