THINKING OUT LOUD
Standing at the window
holding onto my pillow
it’s been months
am getting sick of the season.
my mind keeps wondering
Up and about like an elephant
through the dry seasons
hoping to bump on a pile of mad
just to cool it’s flaming hide.
the yellow smiley sun
shines regardless of the calamity
it’s written all over the blue skies
it shall all pass
the wilting leaves shall nourish
the empty vases shall be filled
with blooming roses and tulips
the browns back to greens
thorny twigs back to leaves
i shall dance through the winds
enjoy the scent of the streets
as the vendors come back to the market
planes shall fly overseas
set out for a new journey.
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