I’ve never shared this before but I tend to write poetry in my journal and it’s writings that are for me and never are shared. I decided to enter a poetry contest and share it with you all.
The wind gently brushes through your hair.
The sun lifts up your chin and warms your cheeks.
The warmth pours over your body like warm honey.
The heart beats in a golden light.
The tears well up in your eyes, the salty taste hits your lip.
The body melts into peace like warm honey.