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After The Storm by Blue MedleyAs I creep through the silent night
I hear the snores of slumbering guardians
Slowly I turn the handle opening the door
I pull it to
And the air of the aftermath of a storm fills my nose
I bask in the glow of a light post for a moment
Gathering my senses in this foreign environment
A feeling of peace fills the air
I move on to the next step of tranquility
I walk through the grass
Feeling the joy of the earth pressing against my soles
A gentle breeze brushes my skin
Sending a wave of pleasure through my body
A smile breaks through the composure I held
As I turn the handle to enter back in my home
I wish I could hold this moment for ever
Closing the door behind me
My smile fades
Hoping I am able to feel the sensation again. 11/30/2010 Posted on 11/30/2010 Copyright © 2026 Blue Medley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/30/10 at 09:47 PM A lot of really strong imagery. You keep bringing it all back to the same idea, but you always have something different to add about it. Very nice. |
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