I can truly appreciate life for what it is

with the rustle of leaves

and each zephyr that runs through

and softly kisses each of my fingertips.

The cold yet soft grasp of snow

envelopes my fingers as I breathe in

and welcome the fresh air

into my lungs.

My soul is liberated with each step I take

and I wonder about existence.

With hot cheeks and cold hands

I can hold onto these moments forever.

Image courtesy of Shelly Pence.

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Issy Steventon

I'm a part time author, poet and artist (when university allows me to) and I love to express myself through creative means. I write to represent the women that feel alone, and to provide a positive environment to those who need it.

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