there's an optical phenomenon
in places where palm trees grow.
God himself takes his pallet of paint
and mixes.
as the yellow sun descends into it's resting place,
the blue ocean engulfs the burning ball.
and for a split second,
there is a green flash.
people stare intensely for minutes
to witness 1-2 seconds.
blink,
and you'll miss it.
some never see it,
some don't even believe it exists.
i like to think that when we met
God took his paintbrush and made the most beautiful colour.
your brilliant soul mixed with my dismal aura.
for that fragment in time,
there was a flash.
maybe you didn't see it.
a.h.d.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
there's an optical phenomenon
in places where palm trees grow.
God himself takes his pallet of paint
and mixes.
as the yellow sun descends into it's resting place,
the blue ocean engulfs the burning ball.
and for a split second,
there is a green flash.
people stare intensely for minutes
to witness 1-2 seconds.
blink,
and you'll miss it.
some never see it,
some don't even believe it exists.
i like to think that when we met
God took his paintbrush and made the most beautiful colour.
your brilliant soul mixed with my dismal aura.
for that fragment in time,
there was a flash.
maybe you didn't see it.
a.h.d.
