Even So Poem by Christoph Praus

Even So



The clouds are tinged solid,
Red, pink and blue mingle,
Cool air, crisps in my lungs,
Mist stings my eyes;

Even Dandelions may be beautiful,
In their own way, special,
Little suns clad in green,
Their leaves dragon toothed.

But my breath catches, and so I fall,
I come to rest in the supple grass.

Thursday, May 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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