The sky was red this morning
I was the only one on the bus admiring it
flames in the sky
That's what came to mind when I saw them in the early hours of this Thursday morning
I imagined God being angry,
Furious that we don't appreciate the world he created
But as the morning grew and the sun rose
The red faded and turned into a baby blue
"At least," God would think, "there is one person who loves my creation as much as I do"
He would smile down at you
And you would smile up at him, through the wall of baby blue that separates the earth from his heaven.
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Wild Child
Poetrythis is a book of poetry just like any other. the big difference is ... its mine and no one else. thats why you should read it. not that I'm trying to be cocky, I'm trying to give you a good enough reason to read this collection poems instead of jus...
