I am just an ordinary girl with dreams and ideas that might be impressive to some, and incomprehensible for others
Raindrops on my window
tracing your lows with warmth,
the clouds are flakes of cotton
like a pillow of feathers under sun rays.
it is a swirl of nights and days, that paints nature in a contrast,
the intricacies so beautiful, scattered across the sky spread vast.
The art of nature is uncountable, unlike our twos and threes,
so step outside in a garden, and seek your count that speaks 'free'.
@Literature and Poetry group