And we are all in line.
Watching the crows pick their branches for a fleeting moment.
Straining our eyes, while we count ships and the years go pass.
How many tales, how many truths.
I’ve gazed in awe, but now I’m tired.
Just a few more sunsets.
And if I could ask.
For a coat of pink and a dust of orange…
On violet clouds.
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Author:
Ani. Is. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 26th, 2023 04:19
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
This is quite nice.Very poetic.Well done
Thank you so much!
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