Stream of Conciousness Poetry


the wind rushes by the open windows
roaring in my ears
sun glints off every surface
hurting my eyes
the thrill of it all
the trees rushing by
green and brown blurs
spots of gorgeous yellow and pink
confuse my vision
I switch my gaze up to a field of blue
a cloudless sky

I wrote that roughly a year ago.

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