Colors Mixed With Dreams Poem by Hannah Grace

The marjulvious mixture of birds were gliding
, and flying to reach the tips of the billowy bows.

The bows were the sun drenched clouds very loud and very bold.
Stronger than a lions roar,
or softer and sweeter than the bee's run for gold.

The unique purple hues of blue cockatoos and kissable clouds.
It Gives a quiet swirly look at life
and gives the mind a quiet perspective of what's overviewed.