Almond evening skies speckle
like paradise through rose-tinted
glasses.
The serenity of the view untangles
my fears into a string of fairy-lights.
An amber rosy sun dies atop a hill
- as a spill of watercolour ink pills
The paper of the sky into a blotted
display of pastels. Crescent moons
move idly on by.
Watching in awe, itching to
decorate the canvas into dim nothingness.
A bleak oasis for the starry spectacle to
shine.
k.h
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Poetrylove poems to strangers i'll never meet; an ode to heartbreak and the bleak divine-ness of it all. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2020 by Kate H.
