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streaks of white in sky
soft blue green trees empty
space filled with aware
is you
your love
is a vast sky
with stars so bright
I go blind
and can't see anything
but you.
<><><>`.*:✧goodnight✧:*.`<><><>
The bright sky
kisses my eyes,
I'm stunned
and I can't blink.
Clouds hanging overhead.
And the wind
blows my hair
also brings
the music of nature
like the chirping of a bird
perched on a branch.
Cool and calm.
The green leaves
make me not want to leave here,
the place where I always miss,
life in a quiet village
which many people
do not choose to stay.
Indonesia, 4th October 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
🌌The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.. I'm
just a girl who sit and watch the sky and it's beautiful shades... & thinking to touch them with hands remembered its just a sky and it will change after sometime... but me is always me with vintage heart and with full of dreams which couldn't be come true...🌌

🌌Shilhamadhuritanguturi🌌
Sky & it's beautiful shades With beautiful dreams
Sun goes down the littoral,
Painting shadows on the sky.
If skies could tell stories,
Tonight it's telling mine.

The orange molds memories,
Language of love,
Beautiful stories,
But swiftly slithering to mauve.

The vast blue says torment,
Rivers I've cried,
Sleepless nights,
Tears that have dried.

But when the blue will turn black,
It'll scream pain.
As the memories erase,
Loving I'll forsake.
Long time no see :)
The way she smiles as she walks,
The way she jokes when she talks.
The serious expression her face takes on,
The way her eyes are never drawn.
The feeling when she hugs me to her chest,
And all my problems go to rest.
The nickname that she gave to me,
Always spoken so playfully.
The slight wrinkles on her forehead,
From life's problems that she was too early exposed.
This is the girl that I love,
A fighter,
A survivor,
A warrior.
Though we will never be together,
My love for her will never falter.
you’re beautiful to me
my daytime apparitions
wet with my own grace
i look into you
my scars laid into you
insecurities of my shadows
sweetness laid into you
ripe withholding your touch for days
smiling for me
brightness laid into me
your power inescapable
deliver to me your sincerest affections
your taste diffuses my inhibition
for a creature of excess
you’re more than enough for me
It’s the color of the sun
The one with rays that beat down
And warms your skin on a bright
Summer day.

It’s the daisy garden,
The one just outside your front door;
It’s scent, so fresh and sweet
Fills your nostrils with the smell of summer.

And the sweet, sharp wheat
The ones that make you sneeze
And yet you can’t help
But drag your fingers lightly against their flesh
And take in their musty scent.

Or the shutters of your neighbor’s cottage,
The ones with the soft pastel that stands out among
The white siding
And the pale door

It’s the bow in your daughter’s hair,
The one that she fought
But you insisted,
Because it’s beautiful
The way she looks in that hue.

And it’s the color of your happiness,
The one that shows through the bright smile
That stretches across your face
And bleeds golden joy.
I love the idea of describing color without specifically telling the color within the poem until the end. Refer to "Red" for the first installment of this series.
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