Poems from its.rachel.s
The smell of the wet earth in her nose
How calming it was to finally be alone
Her feet hit each step gracefully
And her hair was pulled...
To my Dearest, Sky,
I met you on a winter afternoon. You were dusting snow on the ground outside and your face was hidden with grey...
She twirled and danced with grace and muse
Her strings did not stop it
All came to see the show she gave
But then, the floor she hit
Snap...
How he longs to be alone and content
A cool breeze, a warm sun, and a sketchbook.
He craves the water’s salty, calming scent.
“Please carry...
I am from when two pairs of blue eyes met, and the woods that ran for miles. I am from the swingset that rested near them, and the...