Thursday Morning

I'll never forget

The Thursday morning

When the haze kissed the Earth's floor

And ran across the plains

The sunrise had just peaked

The sky was painted with reds and oranges

And even a few jet plane streaks

I still feel the cold air pinching my skin

Snapping me into a beautiful reality.

Reviews

[Saddam]

I still feel the cold air pinching my skin

Snapping me into a beautiful reality.
Well, very relative poem is this. I like that so much.

[kumars]

what a nice poem you wrote megan.haze kissed earth.