I walk home, tired and sluggish
I begin to wonder if my life is rubbish
Until I turn my head, and I see red,
Red flowers that look soft like my bed
They collect dew drops that clouds dropped
So beautiful, I turn and I stopped
I smile, taking in their beauty
I've seemed to have escape reality
These small beautiful things bring me such joy
I feel like a kid playing with their toy
Filled with happiness, I sing
That these small things can bring
YOU ARE READING
Blue Houses
PoetryI really love writing poems because you can do whatever you want. Not only that but, I find them really fun to read as well. Hopefully you also like poems as well and if not, I hope that I can change your mind. so.....have fun!
