The wind blows
against my skin
like a hug
The spirit of mother nature
gently cradling
my face
wrapping her cool arms
around me
reminding me
she cares
The wind blows
against my skin
like a hug
The spirit of mother nature
gently cradling
my face
wrapping her cool arms
around me
reminding me
she cares
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
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