A yellow scarf carelessly blows in the breeze
A banner of summer, and the buzzing of bees
As twirling sunlight dances freely through the trees
Rippling rhythmic, vapored waves beat
Making inevitable, what happens next
It rolls down like water, waves pooling, finding rest
The hint of life stirring, somewhere deep in my chest
Undeniable beauty resting silently on my lips
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Wonderful! I really like how the scarf can be literal or a metaphor for the sun rays, and I can see both twirling through the trees and dancing on the breeze. Well done!
Lovely and lyrical!!!
Lovely poem, thankyou for sharing xx
Simply beautiful like a breath ..