POEM #9: AZURE
Blue, a hue of many skies and moods,
In Evening's calm, and Morning's highs.
Its softness soothes all Earth's designs,
A cerulean shadow for a reflective sigh.
Yet, in the veil of midnight's rush,
A radiant streak will soon prevail.
Though words fade and souls disappear,
In blue, we will witness the imminent sail.
In indigo's golden trumphs, the Sun unfolds,
A realm where the seas meet the heavens,
As symbols of the universe's vast achievements,
Where our life continues and our sins forgiven.
Posted on 9-20-24
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