The sickly scent of
Misty mint, how can it
bring me such joy
Constellations spin as
I lay my head on the
green voluminous grass
Mother Nature hugs me
and tells me
Everything will be fine
"Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness."
I lay still and let the earth
and its soft beauty
consume me
The colors like a bright
Snowy day daphodiles blooming
In the spring
Gives me such longing for
Something so far
Cant touch
For something so far
Cant hear
For something so far
Cant smell
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:28 PM UTC
The sickly scent of
Misty mint, how can it
bring me such joy
Constellations spin as
I lay my head on the
green voluminous grass
Mother Nature hugs me
and tells me
Everything will be fine
"Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness."
I lay still and let the earth
and its soft beauty
consume me
The colors like a bright
Snowy day daphodiles blooming
In the spring
Gives me such longing for
Something so far
Cant touch
For something so far
Cant hear
For something so far
Cant smell