bright
violent orange
my sweater
on your shoulders
soft gentle hues
painted on the tiny
summer flowers
warm winter jackets
cheeks rosy red
breath that makes us look like dragons
in the cold winter air
flowing greens fields
pebbles beneath our feet
hands clasped together
running wild and free
happy as can be
you and me.
(this poem started when I asked my cousin for a single word, and he said orange)
violent orange
my sweater
on your shoulders
soft gentle hues
painted on the tiny
summer flowers
warm winter jackets
cheeks rosy red
breath that makes us look like dragons
in the cold winter air
flowing greens fields
pebbles beneath our feet
hands clasped together
running wild and free
happy as can be
you and me.
(this poem started when I asked my cousin for a single word, and he said orange)
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LadyMidnight
Nov 10, 2019
i read this in my head to the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music. :) Great job on this. Made me think of happy memories <3
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