The warm morning sun shines over the grown green hills; Its warmth evaporates the dew off the pretty petals, Of flourishing flowers that will soon bloom. The day’s embrace makes the flowers look up, high to the sky And makes them believe that they could fly.
22 year-old English Major - I've used poetry for years now as a way to express myself and explore my own feelings, and find it therapeutic to write and publish the poetry that results from that.
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