The Beauty Of A Breeze
A visceral ode to nature and senses for the Sensational II challenge that’s sure to delight fans of nature and poetry alike.
The beauty of a breeze invisible to sight, except for swaying shrubs and the rustling of leaves.
Your soft essence washes over me with ease, bringing such delight, tickling my face, your gust hits me like a kiss and leaves me amazed, as my every worry you erase, then almost flirtatiously you motion to me with the trees.
I taste your purity and lose my breath, a blank moment in time where I experience the peacefulness and nothingness of death.
The sound of rustling, is like a whisper, it stirs me with its soft call beckoning me to fill my chest and take a deep breath.
There’s a crispness to the cold Autumn air as you fill me everywhere, clean no special or overly potent perfumed fragrance, just a magical freshness that’s just there, in that moment I’m free of every worry and care.
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Gritty cold hardwood planks hurt my knees and ankles as I crawl around. Bleach meets coffee, while Spanish spices and fragrances of fresh laundry dance in the foreground, they tickle my nostrils fighting for dominance, simultaneously creating a unique scent that one would have to smell.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
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Whoaaaa, that was so breathtakingly beautiful! So well done!
This is really lovely - so descriptive and sensuous.