You slide open your window gently, peering out into the beautiful leaving day. You step onto the sparkling black shingles of the roof. As you walk slowly across the roof you kneel to your knees. The pale blue clouds are surrounding you, every inch of your body taken over by there glow. Turning your head to the left, and slowly to the right you notice the sun sinking below the pink- blue clouds. The trees are whispering colorful secrets, they rage perfectly through your hair; you feel free. The sky seems to paint its own amazing colors, the orange bleeding into the blue. Embracing the sky, the colors bundle together to form a soft rainbow. Now, the gray seems to come in ghostly and take over, it time to say “goodbye” to the sun.
There you go! Lots of imagery in prose poems - in fact, an overload of images. Much better!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is really pretty! The imagery is truly amazing. Good Job!