Everything around is tinted
Slightly pink from the setting sun
A peaceful gold envelops the horizon
An stillness confirming the day is done
All worries are either past or future
Nothing's left to stress you in the now
In sleep and dreams the struggles of daytime
Come only if you choose to allow
YOU ARE READING
OP Poetry
PoetryExtremely outdated online backup for the poetry I wrote in middle school
