Shorts. Tank top. Running shoes.

by Fighter (Ariane L.)   Apr 21, 2007


Shorts. Tank top. Running shoes.
The sun smiles at me, finally.
The previously gray sky has left no trace
Of its sadness and fury.

The snow is gone. The ice has melted.
The sun looks upon the beautiful scenery:
Content at its fight in this battle.
It has finally won.

Birds sing their melodious song.
Radios blare their music.
While the wind caresses my hair.
And my skin soaks up the sun.

Shorts. Tank top. Running shoes.
Smiles. Waves. Laughter.
Finally, the sun has arrived.
And the world is blosoming once again.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Ashleigh Skye

    Wow I really liked this poem it was so simple yet it was so powerful. i think that my favorite thing was that you didn't try to make it complex and you didnt try to make it anything other than what it was, simple, elegant, and beautiful. a masterpeice. Well done.