Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I am from paradise which never failed to include rainy, cold summers and heatstroke winters. Where mountain ranges were as small as pebbles, and pebbles, were only meant for skipping. I am from that spot in the sunset where the rustic oranges meet up with the rolling blues of the ocean and have coffee. Where endless meets infinity and everyone wears ugly Christmas sweaters. I am from where Harriet Tubman and Nat Turner type dreams take root. Where black and white meet to make purple, green, and everything in between. I am from where dreams fly and people never stop laughing. From two way conversations with strangers and love letters instead of obituaries. I am from here.
0
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
I am,
I am from paradise which never failed to include rainy, cold summers and heatstroke winters. Where mountain ranges were as small as pebbles, and pebbles, were only meant for skipping. I am from that spot in the sunset where the rustic oranges meet up with the rolling blues of the ocean and have coffee. Where endless meets infinity and everyone wears ugly Christmas sweaters. I am from where Harriet Tubman and Nat Turner type dreams take root. Where black and white meet to make purple, green, and everything in between. I am from where dreams fly and people never stop laughing. From two way conversations with strangers and love letters instead of obituaries. I am from here.
megan-8
Written by
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem