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Watching the tiny evening bugs dancing in the air, a pen in one hand and a book in the other, the wonderful feeling I get as I see the spring sun setting, lighting up the trees, and leaves and green grass, the wonderful feeling of freedom I get as I run down our gravel road towards the house on the hill and sunset beauty and trees and green grass and light I see at the end. The cloudless pale blue, early evening sky. The pleasure I get watching my lovely white cat scampering towards me as I kneel to stroke her. The feeling of peace I experience as a cool wind blown the loose strands of my auburn hair across my cheeks. Refreshing scent of grass and trees in my nostrils and the tranquility of watching sun go down from sitting under a tree.
As I watched the sunset this evening, an inexplicable feeling of peace and freedom washed over me.
I'm not sure if this prompt counts as a poem but I almost felt like a great poet or adventurer. Like I could watch the beauty of a spring sunset forever. Like I was on top of the world and free...
