Dead silence on a Saturday
The rising sun burned the clouds
Sky like wood, clouds like fire
Slowly, it turned to grey
The silhouette of the palm trees
Gave way for the gradient sky
Warmth continued to spread
The cool tone was no more
I sat in darkness staring at light
I wonder how it feels like
Such a special moment
A memory I want to keep
Thirty minutes went by quickly
A scene I'll never forget
Something so beautiful
Never be seen again.
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Poems by an Idiot
PoesiaA collection of my poems. P.s. I'm still a noob, so any constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated:)
