(The Parlour) Freedom

Poem number three, I struggled to write this :/

It feels so strange 

to breath the open air 

with pollen and Harvest 

upon the wild wind 

The Warm touch of sunshine

kissing down my shoulders 

sends shivers

down my soul 

I never knew I could 

Fall in Love with Shivers 

Or the touch 

of Something so fleeting 

and yet 

it leaves 

whatever it is 

my skin 

in such anticipation 

How can i stop this dreaming?

of freedom?

The Wind of life is carrying 

Flowing

I cannot write any more

the touch of something so fleeting

Words cannot do it

Justice

So I am 

not

going

to 

try

Author's Note

Life.