The breath of morning
Brings light to the new day,
Spinning lavender clouds
From the slate-grey canvas of the sky,
Wild gold brushstrokes
Set alight with orange flame;
A symphony of colors
In the silence of dawn.
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
