How conspicuous it is to hear, that downpour signifies melancholy.
With a wry smile,
you gazed up at me.
With such poignant eyes, I gazed back at you, wondering,
"How blue of a hue can you be, little girl?"
It's summer.
YOU ARE READING
Wonder In Chaos
PoetryJust a collection of poems I be writing whenever I feel like doing so.
