Roses can be blue || Poetry

III) Blue Sky

The clouds looked like the fluff in pillows,

Floating on the high ceiling, the azure sea,

Watched by you, watched by me.

The ground eagerly waits below 

waiting for his lovely rain to show

To be in a tight embrace...

Our eyes sparkle in delight,

For right by us is our favourite sight.

As long as I have you beside,

I feel as though 

I could soar, I could glide.

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A/n: I know the world is not doing that great but without people being a little optimistic, we aren't going to get anywhere. Being optimistic does not mean less cautious  though!

This poem actually started as a joke about metaphors, but I felt it sounded okay so I wrote it down, imagining myself in a trustworthy, stable romantic relationship but really, you are free to interpret it in whatever way you like;)

Take joy in the little things and stay safe..

Whirled Away.