Blinded by pink
By fuchsias
By baby blues
By magentas
By mild yellows—
An array of irregular stripes
Into my vivid vision.
Wishing I'll hibernate
Whilst I spectate the vibrant—
Moving colors
That somehow resembles
A cascading rainbow
For which it flowed down—
Into my vivid vision.
Yes! I shall withdraw
From the pitch black
I shut my orbs—
Which it does looked the same
Hoping I'll be blinded
By the pinks, fuchsias and baby blues
I want all things aesthetic—
Into my vivid vision.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoesiaBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
