Morning floats gently in the air,
Suspended by a soft breeze
That smooths and caresses my hair
As I look out into deep blue seas.
The clouds hang lazily about,
Dappled sunlight on the hills,
With silence save for the shout
Of a child who won’t sit still.
The climbs climb out from the ocean floor
Like rugged stairs to the sky,
But the sun is dimmed behind clouded doors,
Let me stretch out my wings and fly.
[Written 10/8/16 on my hostel balcony]
So ends my last poem about my travels through Italy and Greece. Next up will be about my transition into an exchange student in Paris, France, and my various weekend adventures. Thank you for the follows, likes and encouragement so far!