A Walk in the Park
A pleasant windy morning,
and upbeat songs in my head,
my heart gushing with blood,
with my legs ready to run.
The sun shining out of the tree branches.
The leaves dancing with the sun light
with plants making their food with air
and brown,beautiful:my hair.
From old parents with young hearts ,
to little kids with footballs in hand,
with college girls running for their body.
Everybody here reunites,
for air,
for joy,
for themselves.
and people like me,
who seek the unexpected.
I went for a walk
but
came back with inspiration.
I felt so alive, so free.
Can't describe how empty my head was!
All I felt was;
the slow ind ,
the warm sun
and the sound of jogging feet.
I lived that moment.
So beautiful, it went.
I can keep on writing how I felt.
That fresh air ready to go into mmy lungs.
That dusty track ready for the traffic.
My fat legs ready to walk.
Those silver pigeons ready to fly.
Those old swings ready to hear the laugh of the children.
But,
my head wasn't ready to empty itself.
It got so used to with the overthinking,
the anxiety,
the thoughts and
the what ifs.
And all of that just flew with the air.
I have never felt so alive.
So finally it was,
A pleasant windy morning,
and upbeat songs in my head,
my heart gushing with blood,
with my legs ready to run.
and upbeat songs in my head,
my heart gushing with blood,
with my legs ready to run.
The sun shining out of the tree branches.
The leaves dancing with the sun light
with plants making their food with air
and brown,beautiful:my hair.
From old parents with young hearts ,
to little kids with footballs in hand,
with college girls running for their body.
Everybody here reunites,
for air,
for joy,
for themselves.
and people like me,
who seek the unexpected.
I went for a walk
but
came back with inspiration.
I felt so alive, so free.
Can't describe how empty my head was!
All I felt was;
the slow ind ,
the warm sun
and the sound of jogging feet.
I lived that moment.
So beautiful, it went.
I can keep on writing how I felt.
That fresh air ready to go into mmy lungs.
That dusty track ready for the traffic.
My fat legs ready to walk.
Those silver pigeons ready to fly.
Those old swings ready to hear the laugh of the children.
But,
my head wasn't ready to empty itself.
It got so used to with the overthinking,
the anxiety,
the thoughts and
the what ifs.
And all of that just flew with the air.
I have never felt so alive.
So finally it was,
A pleasant windy morning,
and upbeat songs in my head,
my heart gushing with blood,
with my legs ready to run.
By Saniya Sethi

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