Pure



And the wind is blowing outside
filling the lungs of day

making a child's hair twirl without asking,
playing with it with its fingertips

but then it calms, has tired, seeks rest

on the top of a tree

watching them eat ice-creams

dreaming things of ease


watching the day

advance softly










Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2015-08-23 at 18:34

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Sharanya Venkataraman
The imagery in this one is beautiful.
2015-08-26


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a beautiful piece. You write incredibly well of the scene in short prose. The opening 2 lines are brilliant.
2015-08-26


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I could feel the breeze and see the child's hair. Soft and beautiful.
~Ashe
2015-08-24