Warmth of nowA Poem by Derek SmithThe wind rolls over my bare arms. Hitting my skin it makes my heartbeat fall into rhythm. Colors I can see, but I can’t recall the names, just the thrill of being, breathing, and flying. Light as a© 2026 Derek Smith |
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Added on February 24, 2026 Last Updated on February 24, 2026 AuthorDerek SmithWorcester , MAAboutMy names Derek Smith, I enjoy writing and reading poetry, hope you all enjoy mine. If you have questions,ideas,or suggestions message me or email me. Appreciate feed back good and bad. more.. |

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