On My Own by Srishti Jain
On My OwnSrishti JainIn the air of the city,I feel like a hermitsauntering across landscapewith lavendersand a breezethat welcomes mewhere I always belonged.It is serene watersthat touch my stormwishing me luckto never settlebutembrace warm cuddlesthat I chase within.I see the sky turningpink,blue,&purple,all the hues that prosper my energyto bear the brunt of timesalone and afar.It is to walk awayandcloser to the earth,smelling its freshnessthat scents of springthat reminds me ofh o m ewhere my mum writes me letters of lovebut not sending them my wayrather making me strong in my skinto be on…
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