Wouldn't it be nice?
To see two different colors
In the sky?
There's a simple trick
To witness them
If you try
Go lay down gently
On a wide, wide plain
Where the grass is green
Wait for the sunset
The moon will rise
See how they sheen
On the west
There's the sun
Turning the sky gold
On the east
You'll see the moon
With bits of blue untold
YOU ARE READING
Fall
PoetryAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
