The warmth of cotton is felt,
When an intimate breeze threatens.
Dashes of clear
interrupt the sky.
And its warm palette mixes sombre.
It is sad to look yonder
But to that ball of blue
we lean to.
Because the rain invites warmth,
like how hatred invites love.
It is opposites that refresh.
Sep 6, 2025
Sep 6, 2025 at 9:45 PM UTC
The warmth of cotton is felt,
When an intimate breeze threatens.
Dashes of clear
interrupt the sky.
And its warm palette mixes sombre.
It is sad to look yonder
But to that ball of blue
we lean to.
Because the rain invites warmth,
like how hatred invites love.
It is opposites that refresh.
