#WritcoPoemPrompt69


She can smell the end of the day
Setting sun licking and caressing skin
Susurrant wind to a melody of lullaby is akin
And the cold air brushes her untamed hair, coaxing her to slip away...

Fog draping on mountains like curtains
Everything neatly fits itself together
Rustling leaves on the ground tells her to run, mind free from tether
To the magic of world she drowned, drifting like fluffs of dandelion

The sky begins to weep
She looked up and and swayed her hips
A cry of joy escaped her lips
She's unburdened and healed by the nature's sweep

She sat soaked in light emanating from inside
To the muddy ground she let her worries slide
She stayed there for a while willing to give her last dime
Just to feel more of this borrowed time


July 17, 2024
© Rarity