Explosions of light and dark erupt,
and catch my attention and eye,
Many colours and patterns, abrupt,
paint the dull, uneventful sky.Flavours of herbs and spices play
and dance about the air,
Their tingling reverberates to stay
any where but here.Clashes and clutters and bangs,
fill up my delicate ears;
Masses of noise, clatters and clangs,
will echo for years and years.The flutter of a butterfly wing,
grabs my admiring glare;
Although it's such a beautiful thing,
I really dares't stare.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.