I’ll die with the sun in my eyes and the wind on my face, or not at all.
The magic of the elements will steal the life from my veins;
And I’ll bask in the light at the end of the tunnel;
As it drenches my skin with a powerful, unforgettable warmth.
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Your poems somehow always raise some kind of smile. This one especially.
Likewise with your comments, thank you for reading 🙂