I grow tired of blue
It’s the colour of calm, cool...
Your eyes are so blue
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A thing called the Rain
The clouds moving, The trickling sound coming down on to the rooftop, of the house as I lay asleep. I wake up, I go downstairs, open the back door, and as I walk outside. I take in a deep breath, and as I let it out. I feel this nice crisp air moving through my body and soul. It seems, to give me my own cleanliness, like it does the earth. As I keep walking outside, I feel the cool air, moving in my hair, it makes me feel at peace within myself and no cares in the world. Just enjoying, the moment of a thing called the rain.
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Comments (3)
Love the inverse emotions. Great haiku 🥰
Lovely!
This is really good. Well done.