the clouds are pretty tonight.
they've painted themselves across the sapphire canvas of the sky, and i can't stop thinking of you.
blue in the evening skies, blue reflected upon the calm currents of the summer sea.
i look for you in the misshapen clouds, the ocean foam, the cerulean tulips that have wilted under the heat of a july sun.
are we still under the same ultramarine sky?
YOU ARE READING
corazón sangrando
Poetryquiero hacer conmigo lo que primavera hace con los cerezos.
