Sketchy (2)

how dare
am i
sketching flowers
in her garden
and coloring them
all in blue

she cries

when she sleeps
i change my mind

got some colors
put the stars
and a moon

glows of red
and sparkles of light
bursting
petals of yellow and
orange
sun
flowers and
lush of
grass
green and spreading

she wakes up
and smiles

i am no longer there
into the world
of blue oceans
i have
swam

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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