Reader. Writer. Romantic.

Blue Sky Holiday

So many variants
Of a single faceted hue
Fresh and new
Like a satin robe
It folds
And crumples
It soothes and relaxes
With a grace that is dangerous

I feel it heave up in my chest
I feel it rush over me
I breathe in its cool scent
And touch its sheer metallic cold
It is unforgiving
Like an Arctic winter
But flutters like a morpho butterfly
Light and free above the clouds
Without a care in the world

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