A blur of different colors,
both people and cars
It was hard to tell who's coming
and who's going.

In the park, she just sat there.
Then looked up at the
bright sky and the leaves that
rustled in the cool wind.
Trees makes excellent scenary,
she thought.

Looking out of the window at home,
the sky was orange and pink.
Purple followed, then medium blue
and finally, dark blue.

She runs errands like others
but also enjoys the moment.

it's nice to see you here, Malka. may i ask what you would like to receive from your posts? are you seeking criticism or merely comments?

sorry for the wait, I guess I seek whatever your opinion is

very well.




please take the above with a grain of salt and realize it all boils down to personal preference.
overall an enjoyable read.

that's fine, thanks for your input

you have a tender way of expression that i hope you choose to develop.

Happy Birthday, Malka. I hope your're still writing.