Hues of pink and orange painted the dark sky
Clouds glowed blue and gray, reminiscence of the darkness
Weak light warmed the crisp, cool air
Melting both hearts and frost
The choirs of nature sang to welcome the new age, the new beginning
Every one was different, bringing exciting new things
And it all began with the painting of the new day
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Poetry
PoetryJust a collection of the poems that I have written. The tag Fahrenheit 451 is there because I have 2 poems that are inspired by the novel, they are parts 5 and 6: Forbidden Ashes and Power of the Parlor.
