Marshmallow, lilac, neon sunsets
Purple sky above the roofs.
Whitish clouds like chasing parcels,
Roses on the hills and leaves like orange juice.
A labyrinth of emerald and greenish green,
A metal rusted forged door,
A play of dreams no one before has seen,
A cup right in the middle - and a wish for something more.
How can it be that dusk and sun
Make everything so oddly perfect?
The beauty pictures almost stung
Your heart; but a lovely moment's worth it.
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Poetic Études
PoetryA collection of short poems, sometimes free verse, written anywhere and anytime when I found inspiration in nature, weather, places and smells.
