She walks along the road
Under her feet the gravel hums,
Indigo temporary tattoos on her arms
Carrying her, the wind will do so
If she could just reach the sky,
Dreams are meant to be chased, always
Even when they outrun you.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
