Indigo Sky
In hues of crimson
Shaded with flecks of azure
Morning sun rises
Slipping beyond midnight's blue
Into an indigo sky
Beneath painted skies I sit, awed by the breaking dawn, by the creativity of nature, the seamless beauty displayed on this new canvas, this new day. I collect them all, tucking each into my soul, cradling each within my heart, etching each to memory. I have accepted that my vision is whispering away but if this is what must be, I will take with me every morning that I can before I am left with nothing but shadows.
Connie
Bless the morning of the skies. Beautiful write to seer the
colours evermore.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
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stan
Cheers moi spp,
Dan
George