Poetinthebackroom

Raspberry Green

                                                                 Watching

                                                         Waiting, Wondering

                                                    Thinking, doing, rejoicing

                                            Staring up at the custard yellow sky

                                   Running aimlessly through the fields of orchids

                   Finally understanding what the scraps of blue paper meant all along



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