Curtains of grey
Drawing back
To reveal
The last of the
sunshine
surging throughout her veins
Wisps of white
Clouding her mind
Like the blank specks
On the canvas
Mother Nature had so
Beautifully painted upon
The true beauty
We all search for
Is right above us
Capturing all
In a splendid show
of the setting sun
-aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poesíadedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
