december 24, 2017
E V E
fields of thriving green,
afar a fountain of youth,
with each step,
the crunching of the last of the
faded gold and deep violet
fallen from the overhanging branches.
the sun shines,
illuminating the unreal vastness
of cerulean blue.
☆
happy holidays <3
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Poetryrepainting my world with the words silently formed by my rose-dipped lips. • 972 in poetry
