Under the Trees

It was a hot afternoon

And the stress makes me feel so doomed.

I go to my secret place to freshen up, under the trees,

Where the swirly wind blows with a warm breeze

                       

I heard a beautiful music

And it has a mysterious magic.

It lifts up my soul so high

That causes this face of mine to smile.

 

It feels familiar, this rhythm

It reminds me of him.

The guy who sings softly while playing his guitar

That blows my mind so far.

 

Under the trees, he sings gently

That washes away all my miseries.

I’m listening to him, secretly

And I’m addicted to it, completely

Author's Note

this poem tells about something more about my writing "The Other Side of the Wall" and I used some familiar lines here. Just ignore the grammar problems...... ^^, Thanks for reading

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

I love the peaceful feel to this one. Great imagery as well.

[Benji Chavez]

Under the trees, he sings gently

That washes away all my miseries.
I really love this part, I get this vibe that its like falling in love, beautiful poem!

[Jeremy Baker]

Good writing!

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

I get a vivid imagery in my mind, great penning :)

[Subham Chatterjee]

an interesting "he " :) .. liked it :)

[Thea]

Can really picture out the character of the guy... XD

[Lily Mae]

Who wouldn't be addicted to such deep intense beauty.. I love this.. The feelings of love are timeless and so is this poem.. Excellent write..xx