The day does wane in blooming pastel,

holding within the colors of lilac fair,

a sprig of lavender hides amidst the dell,

whilst night bird song fills the air.


Clutched in green and dusted with blush,

under skies of parting embers,

a beauty so subtle, fluid, and lush,

that even the night remembers.


  • Author: benevolentbluebabe (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 14th, 2020 10:33
  • Category: Nature
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