Liquid gold
Dripping leaves
Melts away the day
Gives way to darken fields
And color bleeds to dusk
Magenta moon
Cobalt sky
Zebra water runs
Zigzag through the green
Head first into a stall
Granite trees
Solid river
Banks of gray
No children play
In this desert of stone
Howling sand
Magic broom
Emptiness has swept
This barren land white
Imagination lingers no more
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2 comments:
I keep coming back to this
It is strong and emotional
but it manages a smile
my fave
I likes it!
Thanks, Brian! I appreciate the feedback :)
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