The sky blushes purple and pink
The Sun a missing link
The Moon and stars no more
But they are there for sure
Invisible to our eyes, in this blue sunrise
The Gods above in their rosy beds
moving around like loyal steeds
Their manes rosy while covering the Sun
Galloping around like the chosen one
The sky a cloth, an endless stream
More manes are seen through its seam
These creamy cotton beds of fluff
show broken up scenes of a majestic mane's tuft
They gallop away, riding into the horizon
These magnificent manes, will never disappear
As long as the sky does not clear
Note : "The chosen one" does not refer to any person, thing or God (fictional or real) in particular and was not meant offensively in any way. Thank you for understanding and taking the time to read this.
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Essence of Nature
PoetryHiii again if you might be following my poems from my previous book titled "Words Whispered From Peerless Depths", I hope you enjoyed reading them and if you are a new reader I heartily welcome you to read this new collection of poems as well as my...
