AriseA Poem by CajunPoet
Sitting in the wake of a new day,
the sky, stained with brilliant orange and red. Dark clouds scattered like scars across the morning’s canvas. Fading with the dying night, colors change with growing light, only silence remains with a crimson shade and in the wind it’s swept away. © 2014 CajunPoet |
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Added on July 17, 2014 Last Updated on July 17, 2014 AuthorCajunPoetLAAboutI write... I am just me. One day I hope to write in a capacity that's more than a hobby. I am my own biggest critic. more..Writing
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