INDIGO SKY
You are but a thought that passes like a whisper through my mind. A flicker of yesterday. A shadow of a dream forgotten that sets flight a flutter of wing of a million butterflies inside me.
Would I dare look into your eyes if we were to meet again? Would I dare speak a word? Would I run as far and as fast as I could?
Or would I collapse in your arms and never leave?
Serendipity 
That header is Perfectly breathtaking.
Thanks Gunta!
Beautiful but melancholy. There’s a hint of strawberry in that indigo sky…
Hi Cathy… you are correct on both counts… 🙂 Thanks.