the honeydew sky
wraps itself around the earth
spreading a daffodil glow
across the trees and the grass
but everybody's head
is plunged in their own tiny world
and they miss
the most beautiful sunset
they would have ever seen
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
