The Purest Joy
I inhaled,
and the breeze flourished upon my skin,
I exhaled,
and the grass prickled at my fingertips,
I loved,
and the world exploded with its wonders,
I cried,
and I got sucked into the ink adding wonder to your pages,
Dark,
Aglow with beauty.
Copyright © Phoebe Ryan | Year Posted 2024
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