Orange-Reddy Sunsets

So clearly in my mind’s eye,
What I see:
I see brightness, I see sunlight,
Orange-reddy sunsets or a blue blue sky.
A chirp, a squeak, a buzz,
Living, breathing, green.
So green.
Stained wooden panels, like coffee, like chocolate.
A creaky door whose creaks seem to speak and cheap, faded tea towels, a style to leap, pigs, cows and sheep.
Une boulangerie down a bumpy, lumpy street.
A Titan, bounding and barking,
Leaping and jumping,
With a smile on his face and the wind in his fur in this wonderful place.
Sniffing the sun whilst I lie on the blades,
To bask in the heavenly glow,
Like a lion sprawled out on a rock in the burning, throbbing Savannah sun.
Sunlight.
Orange-reddy sunsets or a blue blue sky.
A chirp, a squeak, a buzz,
Living, breathing, green.
So green.

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About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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