Beauty
Can you handle so much beauty
The sky is calm. Grey and blue and purple and cyan and yellow and pink and
red
red
Red like the bricks that cover buildings’ walls. Occasional whites and black greys, crawling up into the sky, scrapping its belly and turning sunset into a tickling game. Clouds laugh in amusement and humans walk, occasionally lifting heads up to stare at the natural ceiling that burns.
nuria 