The scent of fresh cut
Grass fills my nose and lifts my
Spirits for a time.
The whisper of the
Wind passes through the blue skies
And surrounds our lives.
The language of trees
Is for all to hear but so
Few can understand.
In one moment so
Much can happen to one soul
While no one else knows.
Feedback? Opinions? By the way, if you want to see some of my writing from before the camp, check out my DeviantArt. http://www.immortalecstasydream.deviantart.com/ Thanks!
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Jen, very nice. There very romantic...not in the flowers and valentine sense, but in the 18th/19th century literary movement characterized by the belief in the divine and restorative powers in nature. Mary Shelley, William Wordsworth, and John Keats are three noted romantics.
its so real. i love it keep it up its very lovely
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