A drop from your tea fell into the sky
Turned it the pink of your cheeks
Mixed in with that every rose that you grew
And soon all was draped in sweet pink
You think of the water kissed by early dawn
Silken, gentle blossoms that rest on your face
His ever soft lips and they graze your warm flesh
The softest and warmest of wings
Stifling summer breezes whip over your face
With a message of grace from within
Inside your pink sky, there is only you
And those who you choose to let in.
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It's weird I know, just a random thing I scribbled in my notebook during Film class. Hope you like, I'm out of practice, I know...*hits self*
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Hey sis! Long time, no comment... I've been soooo busy... but anyway... sometimes the best poems are the ones that we just scribble down at random times... This is such a good piece. The imagery is beautiful. It is a little weird, but you always make a little weird sound so wonderful. Keep it up sis! Love ya!
♥Chelsea
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Wow. If this is 'out of practice', then...damn, Hannah. I really like that...the imagery and the way you use your phrases gives a fragile, petal-thin feel to the whole thing....I REALLY like this one. Keep scribbling in notebooks! ^_^
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