Coast of Maine Poetry seems to be the only thing that could make me relax. I'm not great at it, but i continue to try.
I think a lot, about nature, love and life.
I like to look at things from every perspective.
All i do is think, i'm fearfull i may be loosin 4 followers / 215 words
As the sun sets in the dawn of winter, birds fly home to their nests. The wind is blowing in beating variations, like taking a deep breath with its chest. The skies grow darker, the birds start to dissipate as they fly across to different states.