Short poems (previous work)

Several short poems I wrote in one or two days during my senior year in high school.

Morning dawns cool.

I stand barefoot on moist grass.

Sunlight warms my face.


Some say blue is sad, but

the vast expanse of sky is blue,

and the trusting eyes of babies,

the cool refreshing waters,

and many fragrant blooms.

How could sadness be blue?

The End

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