Yellow meadows, a golden hour,
Blueberry pies and cheese on a white platter
Above a checkered blanket.
To me, the azure sky is peace, just like our love.
If it ended, and we ended in chaos and devastation...
The air will still mean here comes a hurricane.
Now I know why storms are named after people.
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Letters That Maybe On Rhyme
Poetry[Unedited] November 4, 2021 Just thoughts and everyday emotions.
