Life.

By Jiana Shah

The wind caresses my face, 

as it takes all my woes away

The peaceful sea, 

Going about its way

Even though music's playing in the background,

All I hear is peace. 

Away from my superficial life, 

I'm not doing anything, 

But this is the most alive I've felt. 

This memory, this breeze, 

 now etched on my face. 

The purest version of life. 

By Jiana Shah