A very light scent
of playdo comes
to my nostils.
The sun still
bright, gives the
sky the color of
shy blue and,
something a few
shades lighter
than indigo.
Cotin-candy white clouds
fill the air above
a cerulean sea.
Spots of white
lay on the sea, where
the sun reflectes.
Farther out,
I see spots,
of,
purple.
Houses, sarounded
by green.
The hills,
spotted with yellow,
brown, and dozens apon dozens
of greens.
A purple covered
hill side stands-out
of all,
the,
Colors.
writen 3/30/10
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This journal holds all the poems I have writen. I dont just writen cuz that feels weird for some reason. I proabley have bad spelling but whatever. Although they're not like a poem but at the sometime they are...but whatever. =) Enjoy!
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