by Brianna G. Harte


The sound of silence.

The gentle breeze.

A time without agendas.

When I can roam

without aim

or sit,

letting my mind wander.


The time without death.

A world without fighting.

When everyone agrees.

When friends stay

friends and

competition did not

rule the hearts of all.


The heart of confidence.

Breathing without fear.

Keeping it natural.

When I can be

true to myself

and do what I like

without judgement.

Copyright © 2015 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.


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