This blog has made it two weeks! Here's a not very special poem that I wrote a month ago.
The world looks like an old photograph
the colors muted, just lightly flecked
with dirt. The neighbor's yard is slowly
turning into moss and a bush in
front of their house is blooming yellow -
it's the brightest thing against the blue-ish
gray clouds that are rumpled around the
lack of a sun.
Kelia
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