I wore black
to feel the warmth of the sun
touching my bare skin.
My lungs borrowed
the passing breeze,
the welcome traveler
that dances
with timid trees,
makes the water shiver,
and nestles
under a raven’s wings.

Oct 20, 2026
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1 min read
I wore black
to feel the warmth of the sun
touching my bare skin.
My lungs borrowed
the passing breeze,
the welcome traveler
that dances
with timid trees,
makes the water shiver,
and nestles
under a raven’s wings.