The bright yellow sun burns my eyes
But I love to look at it
Because when I do
I am welcomed in its warmth
The soft glow it gives when rising up to the top
I feel relaxed at the sight of it
And it reminds me of my youthful days
The wildest times of my childhood
The feeling of being free
Didn’t have a care in the world
Just following my dreams
And here I am, standing in the distance
Where I can see the endless horizon
As the ocean flows
I let the sand in my toes bury me in
As I walked closer to the cold water
My feet against the waves crashing by
I close my eyes as a smile on my lips starts to grow
The wind caressing my cheeks
My hair loosen up freely
My clothes flowing in the wind
I stretch out my arms
For the first time in a long time
I felt happy.
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch


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