Three And A Half Hours After Sunrise Poem by Shannon Walker
Three And A Half Hours After Sunrise
Rating: ★5.0
There is a special kind of blue
When you're twelve:
A kite in the sky kind of blue,
Barley in June blue,
Weaving against the Charlie Brown clouds
On the deepest wettest blue,
That a person can still see through;
The kind of blue
That makes you believe
You'll live forever.
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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4/26/2024 7:16:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Weaving against the Charlie Brown clouds mind is motivated with deepest hopes. An amazing poem is brilliantly penned.10
Thank you Kumarmani