When It First Began Poem by Julinda Mia

Swaying in the breezed of ebbs and flows.
Of the current that sweeps you away,
then sets you right back to where you started,
but wanting what you lost even more than when
it first began.

The melancholy of losing a friend.
The chill of voices singing up from their home.
Entranced by the hypnotizing yearning that burns,
from deep within your soul.

A drink that inebriates without end until it ends.
A flower with a smell that pulls you to
sleep and wakes you up all at the same time.