Poetry
Blue
Rolling over,
eyelids flutter and open
to drink in the world
at that peculiar time in the morning
when everything is blue.
A peaceful shade
that coats the walls
and fills my mind
with whispers;
soft, but distinct.
Stories, Poems, and Essays by Teens
Poetry
Rolling over,
eyelids flutter and open
to drink in the world
at that peculiar time in the morning
when everything is blue.
A peaceful shade
that coats the walls
and fills my mind
with whispers;
soft, but distinct.