Skittles Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Skittles



Dancing lights on a rainy Sunday,
it flickers,
it dances,
gracefully reflected in my eyes.

Dancing lights on rainy Sunday,
it brightens,
it weakens,
saying through the skies’ downpour.

Dancing lights on rainy Sunday,
it bounces,
it’s skittles,
they’re good enough to eat.

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