Pigmented skies of strawberry hues
Tinted tangerine, lemon, peach, and pale blue
Stretching out to infinity and yet caging us in
A beautiful and ever-changing prison.
Dark navy and teal shimmer in the ocean
Too deep and too dark for us to quite reach them
A sparkly, salty, shimmering sea
That keeps us from reaching down beneath.
The olives and forest greens of the trees
Towering high with plumage of colorful leaves
A forest of individuality, differentiation
That only keeps us trapped beneath them.
A planet full of heart-stopping life
With laughter and people free from most strife
It keeps us close, sheltered under its wing
We just forget about the secrets it's keeping.
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Misty (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}}
PoetryA road trip of poetry, I guess. Care to come along? Highest rank: 267 in poetry Read my third poetry book, "hush." I have high hopes for it. Read my first poetry book, "where the bluebirds aren't." (Or don't, it's old and rather embarrassing). ⚠️...
