I love petrichor ;
The way that seconds after the first few
drops start falling ;
The scent of Ozone fills the air .
I love the smell of fall,
The beauty of trees showing us that you can still shed bits of you that have died... Yet still be beautiful.
I love the sound of my nieces laugh;
The way it steadily always brings me back
to earth durning chaos ,
Reminding me to be joyful.
I love the ocean.
How beautiful is it from the surface ;
Knowing no one will ever see all the beauty
That lurks beneath the depths.
I love seeing peoples faces describing
The person they love.
Their features change , they
Become alive .
I love coffee, and my dog, and my tiny feet, and whiskey, and sportscenter, and lime popsicles. I love sleeping in ,and watching Braveheart . I love love, and i love living .
What do you love.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
I love petrichor ;
The way that seconds after the first few
drops start falling ;
The scent of Ozone fills the air .
I love the smell of fall,
The beauty of trees showing us that you can still shed bits of you that have died... Yet still be beautiful.
I love the sound of my nieces laugh;
The way it steadily always brings me back
to earth durning chaos ,
Reminding me to be joyful.
I love the ocean.
How beautiful is it from the surface ;
Knowing no one will ever see all the beauty
That lurks beneath the depths.
I love seeing peoples faces describing
The person they love.
Their features change , they
Become alive .
I love coffee, and my dog, and my tiny feet, and whiskey, and sportscenter, and lime popsicles. I love sleeping in ,and watching Braveheart . I love love, and i love living .
What do you love.
Request permission to use this poem