My Journey


I love this journey when

visions and colors whiz

through my head

When all emotion is balanced,

is equal and makes sense

When expression flows freely

with ink onto my paper

I love this journey when I'm in his arms

warm and still, free from harm

I adore this journey when cool vanilla

breezes sweep away the fallen leaves

with angelic voices and symphonies

sounding high

crisp wet rain falling from the sky

And when freshly made footprints can

be found, softly pressed into the moist

muddy ground.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for an assignment in World History class

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