the dusty pink
reminding me
of the dust
on a moth's wings;
leaving a little bit
of himself or herself
behind in our world.
the dusky colors
of purple and blue
as night's colors
as they shine
in the night
with the stars
set in the skies,
seeming to be
the tears Jesus wept.
the first fireflies
of the beginning year
fly as their lights
blink on and off;
I make my wish
on the first fireflies
I saw this evening
of April as I stand there.
An April evening for me.
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A/N: Haha. The picture wasn't how my April evening was yesterday. I just thought to google 'images of april evening,' and this came up and I thought it was pretty. :)
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Poetry
PoetryJust a book of poetry that I've already written and some poems that I've recently written that I'll share. They're not in order, so warning, haha. Poetry is just where I feel like I can really be me and be real and where I can really talk. ~ ~ ~ Co...
