Blue is the sky. The sky is blue
poetery
Blue is the sky. The sky is blue
Its up there the blue sky above, not below me. The sun glare strains my eyes. I shield my face with one hand. The smell of eucalyptus the burn of the sun and that blue sky.
Not a cloud in the sky. a fresh breeze it is autumn now the days slightly shorter than the summer. There has been little rain. But the season changes for a while and rain comes.
The green comes back faster than expected. The red dirt of a crop to be put in is there too. People around look around we take for granted that we have clear cool days days with the blue sky.
Blue sky here in the south hemisphere. Sun and beach and fun people get outside more people are relaxed and happy. That blue sky makes that possible. Its as blue as blue can be.
Blue is the sky. The sky is blue.
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natalieTspring
I am the things
humor guised as a lesson a writer of many voices. All that glows from a place of knowing iv personally had my own story. Iv lived breathed adventure. all that is. I write from both imagination and being.
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