It was so peaceful.
A whisp of cloud hung in the gold and grapefruit sky as the world around me glittered from the morning frost.
Little stars began fading, just a mere memory of the night before.
They looked like little, lit windows, each one telling a new story, a part of a new life.
Fog hovered over the city and the mountain was a shadow in the glow that burst from behind.
It looked as if the sky was on fire, its brilliant colors kissing the morning hours.
A/n
This is inspired by a sunrise I saw one morning. I was really inspired so wrote more of a poetic prose, just something a little different. Enjoy :)
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