The morning dew after the rain.
Simply seems to fire my heart.
I am feeling alive again.
As I pursue in my own art.
The sun moves up to bring itβs light
Surrounding me in hues of green.
It has made darkness shine more bright.
This star! It is deeply serene.
I see a field of golden hue.
Inside I start to feel my burn.
Nothing compares this point of view.
This moment of pleasure; I yearn.
Here I stand with the Earths glory.
The simple pleasures are treasury.
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Gena Adamson
Writing has always ignited my soul on fire and helped be an expression of my authentic self. Although, for years I didn't believe in myself and have rarely shared!
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Iβm sorry Gena - my insights are glitching but I would have turned on each one! I loved your poem. βThis moment of pleasure; I yearn.β I read your bio and I understand in my own way. But please believe in yourself. Keep writing and publishing on Vocal+! I have subscribed and will revisit soon to read the rest of your work. I too am nurtured by nature. It truly soothes my soul. Please donβt feel compelled to read but I hope you can come to see perhaps our shared passion. Pauline πΈ https://samsonite-luggage-offer.top/poets/my-urban-forest%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cstyle data-emotion-css="w4qknv-Replies">.css-w4qknv-Replies{display:grid;gap:1.5rem;}