18:20
out an open door, I see
a blush at the ends of the vast sky;
a rosy tint mixed in with the sea
like talc powder or bleached hair, dyed
18:22
when the pinkish powder dispersed,
a trail of slate scenario came at first
was it loneliness or just thick clouds?
like a sense of nostalgia for the eyeing crowd
18:27
leaving and coming back again
is there really much more for me to gain?
when the world above is shaded navy,
i wonder, is it surrounded by pink-dye envy?
18:33
i am left alone with pitch-black heaven
no clouds, no color, no stars, even
should I just go back inside?
or daydream of a pink blush that once reside?
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MIDSUMMER THOUGHTS ➸ poetry & prose
PoetryIn midsummer, my mind wanders. To a faraway place, above the clouds, the stars, and the universe. Just to tap your shoulder.
