Whispers to a Stranger

Painting by Leonid Afremov

Oh stranger, be still.

Where do you run?

Tell me,

despite all your fame and your riches,

do you enjoy the crisp morning air,

the hues of a summer sunset,

the warmth of a cuddle,

wiggle your toes deep in the beach sands,

evening walks on a carpet of autumn leaves,

an adventure on the mountains,

a lazy weekend spent binging,

late night gossips with friends,

the peace of a goodnight’s sleep &

embracing the passion that burns within.

For the one’s who have, you have truly lived.

Published by Allena Andress

||Bibliophile|| Biotechnologist|| Aspiring Forensic Science specialist|| Researcher|| Closet singer and dancer|| Motivational Speaker||

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