A Sense of HereA Poem by GwenLarkA heightened sense of an ordinary momentShe sat Soaking it all in. Some, If not most, Would experience nothing. But not her. She felt the sleeves of her jacket Caress her shoulders, Her leather boots hug her toes Tightly; And her head felt a pleasant haze. Cheap vodka and stale smoke joined together And waltzed harmoniously on her tongue. She smelled the faint aroma of a familiar perfume Linger on her damp skin; An echo of hours passed. The rain had done nothing To rob her of it. She listened to the tone of silence A testament to the nostalgic music heard, What felt like Aeons, Before. Her sight was crystal clear. Transparent as the cold glass that spared her from The winter winds and Ice-filled rain. She finally saw the world For what it is; Here. © 2017 GwenLark
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StatsAuthorGwenLarkGlasgow, Scotland, United KingdomAboutJust exploring my boundaries. I love writing and I love reading other's creations. more..Writing
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