the other day
outside our window
the sky was white and the clouds
blue
indifferent
slightly bitter
independent
and through our recumbent honesty
we discovered why we sometimes cry
and why inside
the clouds aren't always white.
outside our window
the sky was white and the clouds
blue
indifferent
slightly bitter
independent
and through our recumbent honesty
we discovered why we sometimes cry
and why inside
the clouds aren't always white.
2 comments:
im liking the poetry. very beautiful m'dear.
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