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Fire in the blue sky, takes turns with the cooling rain. Together makes life.
By Roger Chappellabout a year ago in Poets
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. That was his mistake. The smelly giggly woman was another.
By Roger Chappellabout a year ago in Fiction
The rain arrives late, tap! tap! tap! falls the sky's blue. Too late, life moved on.
Blue smoke hugs the trees. Old wood crackles it's farewell. New life waits no more.
When blood can be blue, and the moon can be blue too, I ask what can't.
She tends her bluebells; moments of smiles in a vase. Alone together.
Summer ocean warmth, vast blue stage of sunburnt joy. Arbiter of life.
Rumbles from new clouds Entwined in electric air Blue sky swallowed whole.
Calm blue sea broken, forever interrupted. Serene sandy isle.
Sky breeze whispers time, Sun streams warmth to dry my eyes. One final moment.
Be blue, like the rain, the sun tells the sky to breathe. But the rain isn't blue.
Black clouds swirl and shout Angry breath, warm and humid. Then calm. A blue sky
