Red nails
Break the blue calm
Like tiny roses
In a sea of green
Colours
They paint my world
Breathe new life
Into my lungs
I close my eyes
Feel the cold air
Fill my being
Those moments of life
Lapses of perfection
In a world of endless
Hustle and bustle
Sunlight sifts
Through clouds and mountains high
The wind blows on my face,
My lips can almost taste
The saltiness of my surroundings
I close my eyes again
Then open them to see
Red nails
On a sea of brown rocks
Covered by a hue of greyish blue
By: Nada Adel Sobhi/Nadaness In Motion
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| Photography by Nada Adel Sobhi aka Nadaness In Motion |
Written Thursday, 29 March 2018 at 16:50
The writing and publishing of this poem coincides with the April-long National Poetry Month.
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