*sigh*
- Jessica A. Goolsby
- May 6
- 1 min read
Updated: Sep 3
Resisting will cause the heart to attack,
Allow the marching band of feelings to go by.
The fireworks,
The wet road,
The drums so hard.
Why are we running?
The colors,
The dark,
The fire,
The flute lost in noise.
Anything but stunning.
The trumpet blared.
My white boots muddy.
My soul stood as the band passed by.
Then fireworks turned to a seagull sky,
My boots to skin on sand.
The water was so alive,
Peace returned with the light.
*sigh*
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