The sky bleeds silver
Grey like my hair or the tinsel on a tree
Golden sunlight filters
Down around that almost white
Illuminating
Illustrating
Cold pale light
Silver is cold
the shimmer of night
Gold is warm
Making us
Alive
The sky bleeds silver
Grey like my hair or the tinsel on a tree
Golden sunlight filters
Down around that almost white
Illuminating
Illustrating
Cold pale light
Silver is cold
the shimmer of night
Gold is warm
Making us
Alive
Comments
Jus' so you know..
how cool is this, people, I mean come on.
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I prefer yours! Lovely poem Bob.
R
Thanks for a beautiful poem bobbot.