Orange skies,
And red clouds,
Everything looks nice,
As the sun dies down.
The sky looks a blaze,
As I intake the evening breeze,
Is this what I was looking for,
Oh what a serendipity.
Take my wings ,
And take my wish,
But don't wake me up,
From this sunset dreams.
▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪
Please vote and comment ; )
YOU ARE READING
Efflorescence
PoetryEverywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...
