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I grow tired of blue
It’s the colour of calm, cool...
Your eyes are so blue
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The First Rainbow Baby
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfelda day ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Love the inverse emotions. Great haiku 🥰
Lovely!
This is really good. Well done.