..
She preens in periwinkle.
She’s always had a pen
-chant for the purples,
and the blues.
Doodles dragons, smudges
sirens and silly songs, daisy
chains of rainbow hues.
Quick as you please, she
coppers the cracks, magentas
a moon. Greens the breeze.
..
In November, we poem.
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Oh my gosh, I love this. Reminds me of the adorable littles you babysit. 🙂
❤
That weird ending “sentence” makes me think of so many funny things.
coppers the cracks
magentas a moon
greens the breeze
Oh the deliciously imaginative mind you have!
Love this one..especially the same lines Marie Elena likes!!!