POETRY

volcanic

clouds of reds and oranges thrown around
how the simplest things could mean so much
such beautiful things are like a game of lost and found
and the prize almost as enjoyable as your soft touch

rocky smiles reminding of happy thoughts
smoke and ash, for once, being comforting
only getting glimpses of the sky in dots
and happily left there wondering,
"is this is the first thing,that has ever been prettier than her?"