Shades of juniper loomed over us
Their dark barks coloring the sky
You went ahead
Following the blue streak of the sky
Golden hair bright against coniferus woods
Thoughts passed my mind,
I have no clue where the road leads,
I followed you blindly
And I couldn't care less.
YOU ARE READING
Cerulean
PoetryIt felt like a dream I can't quite grasp. all that's left are memories short story / poetry about an experience I had. I'm being true to how I felt back then, but mixing it with how I feel about it as I write. (Currently in no particular order)
