Purple skies

Submerging in the ocean of beauty

On the wings of a dream…

And watching mutely

How life changes the theme…

 

Then the dusk playing

Carousel with the cappuccino clouds …

Flowers beautifully swaying

This city’s tired frowns

 

So if it snows

With the petals of that dream

Even the heart that froze

Melts over this incredible routine…

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Chris]

The blossoms are spectacular...

Quite a pathway for daydreams and night wishes.

[Ana B.]

Thank you Chris, i am currently taking a walk down the pathway of your writes.....spectacular walk :)

[Chris]

Now there ya go and spoil me again... and with my eyes full of lavender "motes"...

[Ana B.]

motes eh? :)

[Chris]

all the falling pixel dust... fills sense and thoughts...

[Ana B.]

now who's spoiling who?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

mother nature will cheer us up, if others can't....again i just love your use of near rhyme in your poems....you are so deft at using it...

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Jacob :)

[Siegfried]

This is grand...touch of snow, touch of color...yet the final line is just a bit calculated. Otherwise fantastic. I enjoyed reading this.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much :)