Summertime
The browns
They melted into
The greens.
The greens-
Oh, the greens-
Were the softest grass
You'd ever seen.
Your smile
It pooled into
The sky.
The sky-
Oh, the sky-
Was the brightest blue
To grace your eyes.
The energy
It flowed into
The air.
The air-
Oh, the air-
Had the sharpest feeling
That makes my heart tear.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
ŞiirSo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
