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The paleness of my skin glows,
As the suns soft rays caress my skin.
The cold flees from my veins,
And I wonder where this warmth has been.
My world has been painted in shades of grey,
Not a trace of light or colourful hue.
Like a fog has descended down onto my brain,
Misting my in a cold and gloomy way.
But as I take this gentle breath,
And bath in the first summer light.
I come to realize how much I lacked in sun,
For I had no vitamin D on my tongue.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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Comments (1)
This is a lovely piece. Well done!