Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Hours, flying. Kites seen from far away beaches. In your mind, brilliant colour display. A sunny day, quiet southern wind approaching. He is rubbing her back and shoulder under the great blue sky. The sea is everlasting. Happy moment, she is smiling. Single kite ascending into another blue sky. Tropical cyclone is cutting loose, the hours are critical. Seconds away from flooding the beds, hills, mountains, and the stars, wake up! True romance, he is rubbing her back & shoul- ders, a subsidy of love, only for the young generation.
0
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
Tipon, April 2019.
Hours, flying. Kites seen from far away beaches. In your mind, brilliant colour display. A sunny day, quiet southern wind approaching. He is rubbing her back and shoulder under the great blue sky. The sea is everlasting. Happy moment, she is smiling. Single kite ascending into another blue sky. Tropical cyclone is cutting loose, the hours are critical. Seconds away from flooding the beds, hills, mountains, and the stars, wake up! True romance, he is rubbing her back & shoul- ders, a subsidy of love, only for the young generation.
Not edited.
tipon
Written by
20/M/Netherlands
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem