Sky Cycle

Sky Cycle short poem

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The skies are grey, why don’t I say hey

The skies are purple and we’re kissing in front of people

The skies are pink and I say I love you in a blink

The skies are red, I invite you to my bed

The skies are orange, don’t get up yet and change

The skies are yellow and nights without you are mellow

The skies are black and I want you to be back

The skies are blue and I want to be with you

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Hi there. I am Elli. I actually nicknamed myself Elli. I am 21 and dreading turning another year older by November. I write brain farts, rants, poems and sometimes, just sometimes, short stories. I fill silences with words and kill time with words. I read, listen, and write. My whole being revolves around literature – how I perceive and express it. I am a child of the bloody/inky pen.
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