Kaleidoscope clouds.
Can you find all the shapes?
Pastel sweater hands grip onto
A leather dream journal.
I whisper, I whisper,
Do you love summer?
Arms pressed against
bright green grass
A glowing sun hanging in
Between sky and
Chirping birds
Do you love summer?
You laugh
A musical laugh
A beautiful laugh
Yes, I do,
I do love summer.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
ПоэзияI 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}
