Life. Travels. Books. And everything in between.

Look at the sky..

Look at the sky..

Like a notorious child
Sun paints my house red,
the streets, the sky & the sea.

Congregated clouds thunder
irate at the lost territory
and pour.

Children of ageless innocence
God smiles
at the scuffle.

A rainbow is born.

Ethereal
however eternally bound
interact.

Like when we fight
Our love blooms.

~ This musing eluded WordPress until this moment. ¬†Originally written on Jun 19th, ’16.



Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *