Imagine a sky,
Changing hues,
Changing blues,
How wondrous a melody,
It would be to see,
Those ruddy crimsons,
Pale pinks,
Blazings yellows and other things.
Imagine a world,
Imagine a place,
As beautiful, as you.
YOU ARE READING
Often confusing
PoesíaSecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
