Three forty seven in the afternoon on an average...
The weather outside worse for wear...
Interspersed throughout the sky
Constellations speak to my heart...
Inhale and exhale to get some fresh air
Breathe in the oxygen that is present everywhere...
Do not open this dirt file of
the suspended time. It reverberates...
Constellations bursting at the seams
an echo of my heartbeat where the...
The campfire is now
Burning throughout the cold night...
Chrysanthemums paint
as onyx skies softly weep...
The cold is outside
The world is frozen...
It is cold outside
It's raining fairly heavy...
Sun rays lit them up.
Sparkling little drops of rain...
Have not asked much,
still attached to you with subtelities...
When those thunderous clouds
began to boil under a baking sun...