A dark bleeding edge,
remnants of a lost night,
haunting the edges of horizon,
of a new dawned sky
an arctic sky hovers,
chunks of cloud; pale white,
with a tangerine blush,
welcome their lover
A breeze sweeps,
away; lazy yawns,
of drowsy eyes peeking,
through the window corner
the first cracks of light,
splashing mellow clouds;
ushers yet again,
a new dawn.
- Author: krutarth (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 19th, 2022 13:34
- Category: Nature
- Views: 8
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