Hues of pink, orange and blue,
Spread on the sky,
As the sun says goodbye ,
With shades of white clouds;
You can see the sun sliding down,
And see the almost lost in clouds moon
Peeking over them waiting for its
Time to get shown.
See the contrasting black flight of birds
Seeking a shelter for the night,
The sky dims,
As blue starts to take over the pink orange and white.
As if the God is playing with his colour
Pallette, mixing diffrent colours,
Adding in some contrasts and saturations.
Looking at this gorgeous gleam as if it were a glance of paradise,
Do I realise,
How much of the earth's beauty ,
Is never actually realised.
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Good words always leave a mark ( A collection of poetry)
Poesia" A drop of ink may make a million think. " Poetry is an amazing art form that helps readers to feel and writers to express. That is what I am going to do. This is a collection of my poetry which will have every poem I write. Now, I am a beginner...
