Mixed berries,
Calling our tongues to a different taste-land.
Watch the swing carries oranges over the edges,
And paint with the black widows near the webs.
Color me a new vibrant,
Where the oceans can sing with the clouds.
Purple;
My wing carries the grapes,
For your soul to enjoy.
As we raise our hands,
And place them behind our head,
We can enjoy the white smell that is potpourri.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
