The wind blows through my hair,
and the rain drops hit my skin -
I inhale pine, dirt & wild life.
Arms are held high in ecstasy
as my body squirms with delight.
This freedom I have tasted
in the few minutes I have stolen
is like a new me,
I am being born again.
Rushing waters ahead
and birds speaking aloud;
the Earth moves beneath my feet.
Author notes
20 lines or less but mroe than 5
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt. by Angelflower.
700 points, ended December 21, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What to do in an insane world?
Comments
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This was really beautiful. I really don't know what to say other then, this write really touched me, thank you very much for sharing. Best of luck in the contest.
Angel
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