This doesn't feel finished to me, and I wrote it 2 sunday's ago. So annoyed when writing poems and I just lose my train and can't recapture the moment. Blah.
Sunlit tranquility can only come from spring
Peaceful breezes run down my arm procuring
Words onto a blank canvas of dreams
Timeless change of radiant petaled fireworks
burst dusty incense enveloping the senses
throwing my mind into a certain euphoria
i agree with the feeling unfinished. have you read any walden or thoreau lately?? might help you recapture the spirit
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