First, a wink of color
Then, a splash of pink
Next, a hint of yellow, purple, orange, green,
While I sit next to the window,
Each splash of color
Drips
Drips
Drips
And the sky turns to blue
Followed by a slew of green
Coloring trees
Grass, plants
Next comes the fading
The sky splashes colors of its own
In purples
Reds
Pinks
And everything settles
it is washed over with gray
1 comment:
I know this is going to sound weird, but this poem is very relaxing, like rain in the morning.
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