The bright wide eyes of dawn
fall on the haze of dusk
feeling its way through the summer winds
as it blows through the blossom tree
calling the leaves to sing with the breeze
where light dances with the dark
and rainbows appear in the distance
shining its neon technicolour life through the prism of gravity
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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Comments3
i like your words magic man
Good write Kitty.
between, a new beginning
and a cherished past's, ending
we traverse a prism of emotions
yet
there is serenity, to our emotionality
as nurturing, nature
guides, winks and hints:
'calling the leaves to sing with the breeze
where light dances with the dark
and rainbows appear in the distance
shining its neon technicolour life through the prism of gravity'
(simply beautiful, dear Poet
thanks for sharing)
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