Misty eyes

Is that you?

By Summer McDanielPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Cristofer Maximilian on Unsplash

Blue not like the sky

A call from the mountain side

Dead, blue eyes turn red

sad poetry

About the Creator

Summer McDaniel

As a child I could create a story out of no where at anytime. Then I got lost in the world of stable jobs, financial gain, and intelligence over creativity. Join me as I attempt to reclaim my creativity!

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Is that you?

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