Grey and Low White
Poetry Prompt
In this early evening where the clouds are moving in grey and low white. We both sat and kept stearing in, through the portals that connects the eyes and rekindled moon. Brimming up, the moon colour in grey and low white. The speed of our movement is in straight spaced lines. We are present in the same ink field. As we write this poem together. So, what’s going to be the next line? Continue in the comments.
