Floating across the blue,
Like gray and white dews,
This could be my muse
About the dusky morning hues.
Like a river that rush,
With a loud hush!
And the wind grew strong
Ended with shapes wrong.
๑✧*。🌼。*✧๑
well.. i wrote this when i was staring out the window when bored in my school ;)
(ANDD!! guess what this poem is about?!)
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Poetryrandom poetry in my mind >> ☁️ credits /written by me! ☁️ cover edited by me ☁️ actual cover credits to owner
