As time goes on the sun sets and rises again. It makes the clouds a expolsion of light and vibrant color,
Reds
Blues
Maybe even purple.
Never is it the colors that are inside. Unexplainable colors. The sort of colors you can only feel.
And no matter how you try you cannot paint the colors that are inside.
Because they always come out as the mute and dull colors
Reds
Blues
And maybe even purple.
A/N: I have been letting my sister review my works. She finally read my poetry... Well, I finally let her 😂 and she made this one for me 💜👭...
YOU ARE READING
Gracelessly
PoetryAs the tides turn, As the times change if everything is extraordinary is anything? In the end, the truth shines out all her flaws ring and shout. The moonlight shines and in it she falls gracelessly she, soulless, grays eternally The pandemonium sho...
