the blood moon is red
some rivers blue
the colour gray comes to mind
when i say i miss you
the grass blades sway
as the breeze passes by
i wonder
what is the colour of a sigh
Photo by Ksenia Makagonova on Unsplash
the blood moon is red
some rivers blue
the colour gray comes to mind
when i say i miss you
the grass blades sway
as the breeze passes by
i wonder
what is the colour of a sigh
Photo by Ksenia Makagonova on Unsplash
Wow!
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Thank you, Monika! Glad you liked it 🙂
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This is amazing. Colour of a sigh? yes, it seems emotions do have colours, shades anyway. Thank you.
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This poem just “happened” as I was thinking about the red moon that I saw yesterday! Happy you liked it 😉
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It is a beautiful and delicate piece, Sobhana, whispered, like those wisps of flags.
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Your comment is very poetic, Steve, thank you 🙂
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