#WritcoPoemPrompt57
It's also nice to listen to the sound of the waves every spring,
Especially when our hearts are drenched with stings,
Strange as it can be when you cling,
Now I know why you flap your wings,
For once the air flows you'll begin to sing,
Lifting off up into the clouds I hear a bell ring,
Colors in the sky such a beautiful thing,
Not the end the sun setting,
Painter of the sky never forgetting,
Sundown brings way for a new begining,
Hues amber, purple, blue, you are painting,
May the day be...