day 253

as the main event approaches,
opening act performs,
wind gusts strew branches
rain plummets down.

the air smells like
damp pine needles
mixed with hot chocolate
and hope.

walking the streets full of abandon
the human quiet is edible,
cars drive with purpose
as the wind sings.

9.10.17

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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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