The skyblue sky could be a baby blue umbrella that we are perched under.
Perched on the front porch,we study the new additions to our garden -
Waxy pink and yellow hibsicuses,the thrombus like veins on petals bulging.
Dragonflies drift,weaving through the marshamallow clouds,
leaving invisible traces of their swirled flight.
The twilight is soon to come,to come and soothe our overworked senses.
The horizon will come and kiss our feet.
Kiss,the bundle of joy,curled at my feet - My very own bundle of joy.
The sublimal air weaves patterns upon my slow sighs.
Life,as we know it.
Perched on the front porch,we study the new additions to our garden -
Waxy pink and yellow hibsicuses,the thrombus like veins on petals bulging.
Dragonflies drift,weaving through the marshamallow clouds,
leaving invisible traces of their swirled flight.
The twilight is soon to come,to come and soothe our overworked senses.
The horizon will come and kiss our feet.
Kiss,the bundle of joy,curled at my feet - My very own bundle of joy.
The sublimal air weaves patterns upon my slow sighs.
Life,as we know it.
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