Rainbows cease a cross the pale blue sky.
Water runs down the hair of trees.
Patting the leaves gently.
Calming and soothing salty breeze.
It cleans the earth sky, rain the heals and soothes old wounds.
The scars are no more.
The eyes of blue. The color of rain.
So clear like livid crystals.
The cold stone, now a liquid.
Silver streaks across the stormy sky.
In the night the sky cry.
Like tears of salt pour down the clouds.
The cinnamon breeze tickles the nose.
Rainbows cease the sky.
Rainbows come down to earth.
Blooming in to majestic flowers of the different shades of rainbow.
Rainbow fire lets out sparks.
The sky is showing the sparkling galaxy.
Purple and gold cease the skyline.
Birds hover in there nest feeding there young.
Eyes of pale blue. The color of the sky.
The eyes sparkle stars awaits.
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Moonlight
PoetryThis is poetry I wrote, because it's fun to right..some nice some a little dark
