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sitting on the grass
my fingers caress the prickly green shards
and my mind breathes
"what if seasons were people?"
i tilt my head and smile to myself
"maybe they are," i whisper
what would you call someone
with a gaze warmer than the sun
sun-kissed skin that glows
right along with their dark eyes?
what would you call someone
with a voice softer than a breeze
hair dyed the emotion they feel
and laugh twinklier than the stars?
what would you call someone
with eyes bluer than the sky and the ocean
blended together into one
and eye-crinkling smiles?
"but then again
if it was that easy
observers would be fools
and seasons uncountable."
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*brightness; splendor; clear sky
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delirium
Poetrywhen the darkness outside my window turns gloomier than the one inside me, the words embedded in my chest sparkle like jewels. || poetry collection. ©️2019 by auro m.
