Part of the Poems of the Heart series. Decied to split from the actual area where all of these poems gather, check them out after you read this one.
It's like the tap of a laptop's keyborad
On the hood of a coat,
As cold as ice water,
On a hot day,
Melts in the heat,
Like water seeping in the ground.
Flutters down from the sky,
Like leaves off a tree,
White as milk,
And like the clouds on a fair day,
Visible in the dark,
Hard to see in the day,
Reflects the light of the moon,
Like water does,
A blanket for mother earth to heal and sleep.
Please tell me what you think, and Thanks for reading.