I leaned back, looking at a blue sky,
and perhaps to some other eyes it’s grey,
or green, or deep purple, but the wind was soft
and the air was pure, and as a child I thought
how sweet life must be with watermelon, warm sun,
and slow, crooning blues.
One thought on “simplicity”
‘to some other eyes it’s grey, or green, or deep purple’ – I really liked this line. This felt like a beginning of a story about reflection. I want to know more!