Poetry – I feel

I Feel


I feel the sun upon my skin

I feel a peace deep within

I feel the blueness of the sky

The how and when and even why.


I watch the clouds change

Creating collages so strange.

I stare into that infinity

That has a place for you and me.


I smell the grass beneath my head

And think of ideas as yet unsaid.

My mind within a reverie;

To live my life more cleverly.


The swallow wheelin’ free

Nature in its splendid spree.

While I am trapped in artificial life

Where comfort replaces strife.


Opher – 21.5.2020

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