Sun is packing its rays,
stuffing warmth in pockets of haze.
Marmalade horizon studies the blaze,
sipping glory in a mortal's gaze.
Smudged sky spills secondhand shine
curling waves in a fire‑washed shrine.
Gauzy billows glide to patch the glow
bleeding from the hues that sink below.
My heart is set in this descent
trusting the rise of an ember-kissed crescent.
My spirit travels with an empty suitcase
carried by light to its next resting place.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
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Comments1
Wow! Crammed full of wonderful imagery this poem is a beautiful sky itself. Lovely
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