SKIES
The skies above can glow so bright,
you might even consider that they will bite
with the oranges and yellows
of a morning sunrise;
a good day it will be
you might surmise.
Yet the winds from the north can blow so bold
that as you pass your day -
you go to bed feeling old.
But not before the reds turn to gold
But not before the reds turn to gold
ans as the sun sets
you realize that you are not so old;
and the days story is told.
Copyright V. Rose 2014
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| Sunrise |
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| Sunrise |
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| Sunset |
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