Gray-BlueA Poem by Nicholas
There's a kind of morning that makes you want to crawl back
into your warm, cozy bed, and refuse to face the day that begins with a gray-blue sky and the promise of rain. When the gray-blue sky comes you just want to lie cozy and watch the rain go: down down down, drip drop, drip drop tip-tap, tip-tap-tapping on the window like an old friend, asking to come in while you watch the trees dancer, wishing they, like you could simply sit cozy in bed and watch. But they sway, arms gracefully twirling, like dancers before your throne, like a monarch, watching their performance and marveling at the beauty of the gray blue day.
© 2011 Nicholas |
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Added on September 15, 2011 Last Updated on September 15, 2011 AuthorNicholasAbout17 now... still a dreamer... still a hoper... still praying for the impossible... but every once in a while you find a dream... So I'm 17 and dreaming, 17 and writing, still learning, still crazy.. more..Writing
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