The pale indigo clouds
Drift on by
Masking a sun
That dips to hide
Its blazingly bright rays
In its yellow and orange hues
Golden at the center
The center of my muse
It casts its warm glow
Upon all of us
Backlit
By a sun that welcomes us
It peers onto us all,
Drawing up a smile
When hidden by the earth
Each rising crest and sigh
Each valley and mountain
That rises up on high
The wind and water that casts grooves
Through the soil
The hard packed earth
Hardset by stone
It’s the epicenter of the world
Heliocentric, dear
The gray of the clouds
A musky, musty sky
Clear
Adorned by the clouds
That reside up on high
That enchant our lovely misted skies
Peach, orange fuzz
Gazing upon the yellow
The mellow shades that rise and peak
Upon every fellow
The dip and wane of every single absence of color
Splattered bluish-grey
All over
Coolly lit by blue
Blazing reds of fire
Green of all shades
Gracing every tree
Spring has come dear
And you belong with me
Like a leaf on a branch
Like the sun and the moon
We’re two partners dear
Bonded under a monsoon
The rainbow that gleams
like glittering starry night
The white doves that raise their wings
And take flight
We are what we know
We are what we do
Your spirit breathes
To live inside of you
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Remember how much you love sunsets? The pinks and the oranges and the yellows and blues. And how they all bleed, every single hue. They awaken the sky with flashes of color, light, alive, they take flight. They color your gray, dark, stormy skies. The world is so much more than just black and white.
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