The sand.
My feet sink as I walk on it.
It feels rough underneath.
The wind will flow throughout my hair.
The waves crash against the rocks.
And I'll hum.
I'll look at the blue sky.
And I'll float.
The clouds will form.
No rain pours.
I'll feel the drops against my skin,
If so
YOU ARE READING
clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
