The Color of the Sky

Once, an eagle so blue
With thoughts so tender
Had no clever clue
What to tell the lover.

He shot up high,
Straight to the sky.
With feelings abound
And nowhere to fly around.

When the limit was reached,
And his emotions boiled,
Popped as a fruit ripened.
Thus, the sky was saddened.

Poems, Uncategorized

Five is Lucky

First came sweet.

Second came sour.

Third came spicy.

Fourth came salty.

Sweet was innocence,

Sour was experience.

Spicy was unreal,

Salty looked real.

Let Five come.

I will tell

The whole world

I have loved.

For I know

Five is lucky.