My Poetry

The Multiple Personalities of Nature

I was waiting at the bus stop to catch the number five to the university.

 

In the span of nine minutes

the sun smiled down on me,

the rain danced on my jacket,

the clouds enclosed me,

and the wind swirled around my figure.

 

The beauty of nature…

 

 

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