34. Stars
When I look skyward, Vincent,
I see tiny points of light —
Some bright, some faint —
Scattered across the deep indigo night.
I do not see fiery yellow spirals
Flaring against the myriad hues
Of rippling blue, that you see,
But I understand, I really do.
25 May 2013
Themes to come: 35. Hold My Hand; 36. Precious Treasure; 37. Eyes; […]
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