Clouds—appearing like a
Smear of paint—
Greet my restless eyes
With pops of tie-dye
Muddied with an illuminated
Wakeful gaze.
There is a piece of artistry
To the early hours of my day.
Clouds—appearing like a
Smear of paint—
Greet my restless eyes
With pops of tie-dye
Muddied with an illuminated
Wakeful gaze.
There is a piece of artistry
To the early hours of my day.