tomorrow is another day
sky of the morning
pale with blue
still infantile
clouds
knuckled with red
wrinkled with pink
finger across
a juvenile pallette
soon the fizzle
a Judas light
takes away
like lessons learned too late
Beautiful, Anke. Stopped and re-read the second verse, savoring the image. xoA
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment Annis. You know a writer love nothing better than to be read and then to be re-read, well that is the best!
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