#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...
gazing the sky to find my spot
i feel the clouds would have a different plan..
inhaling the sands fragrance
collaborating with the air
that zoned me out to high
my heart paused a beat
right the moment
a very first drop of the rain
slapped my eyelids...
returned to life with...