Faint pink lines at dawn
Followed by low swollen clouds
Rain on my parade.
Pink streaks stretch afar
Promise me a sky of blue
Sun oh glory sun.
cronechronicler
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Beautiful post , nice poem
Thank you.
Welcome !
Oh MY, this is so beautiful.
Thank you. 🙂
Most welcome 🙂
Beautiful!
Thank you Jay.
Really beautiful, a day turned around
I like your comment. Thanks.