Baby-blue spheres, dancing like thunderheads.
Blushing, loud cheeks, deep within red.
Your lips that arch like the after-storm's rainbow.
Eyelashes that swim in the rain's undertone.
Cheekbones, full and promised, like the forecast of today.
Two hearts racing in the form of a relay.
A madman's eyebrow, signalizing the torment;
Hands that grab me in the form of lament.
Baby-blue eyes
sat down and cried.
I watched the water running
and trembled in delight.
Baby-blue eyes
walked down my way.
Now the bridge is rotting
and it's draggin' me away.
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Lotuslands All Die (A Collection)
Short StoryJust as the title says, this booklet is a collection of poems and short stories I have written and wish to publish to my devoted followers. Please comment or let me know how you felt about any of my works--it is greatly appreciated!
