When you lie on your back,
stare at the sky
Bask in clichéd blues,
greens, and white.
When the rain falls,
it will mess up the hues,
but don't let it wash away,
the memory of my love
for you.
C❤️
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The Writer and Her Twilight
PoesiaA prose and poetry collection where twilight becomes your blanket to hide that you cry.
