The dusk on lazy Thursdays
brought light hazey breeze
The dreams of yesterday
sat on the corner of the mind
Perched,
On the edge of the tongue.
As yet unformed but
somehow remembered
sweetly ambiguous
Bringing a smile to your lips,
As you sat back and thought of life.
Starry night skys. Kisses of
Starry Gods
A long time ago but captured by your eyes
The rain began to fall,
And you, ran inside.
Blurry all sharp imagery.
Under heavy torrential downpours..
the inks eventually beginning to smudge.
I wrote this for RE and Philosophy lessons, thought Id share it because you all seem to be deprieved of english poetry threads, no matter how amateurish 
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but dont take these remarks seriously, cuz there is a good chance that I might have missunderstood what you tried to say in the poem