Pastel Skies
waking eyes
to pastel skies
budding trees
these birds and bees
spring is calling
memories falling
in breathless whispers
of scented air
sighs of love
do not despair
i see you standing
over there
a shadow
beneath trees
pen in hand
you speak to me
in poetry
in metaphor
a hidden love
behind closed doors
a love like this
does not exist
i close my eyes
beneath these skies
where budding dreams
awaken me
in misted
memories
april 14 2021
Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
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