There was a sky
Red and oppressive
Angry but glowing,
The sky was a piece of
Paper that had
Been set alight
Blazing crimson,
Bleeding ruby
Delight swallowed
By all horrors
That had passed
Beneath it,
Released-
Mirrored in
The dusk sky
As it was born in flames.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
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There was a sky
Red and oppressive
Angry but glowing,
The sky was a piece of
Paper that had
Been set alight
Blazing crimson,
Bleeding ruby
Delight swallowed
By all horrors
That had passed
Beneath it,
Released-
Mirrored in
The dusk sky
As it was born in flames.