the mystery of us
is the paradox of randomness
colliding with determinism
in an unfoggy raven night
the midnight meets us
making mauve our greatest hopes
as we simmer sonorous
scarlet in starlight
the crimson dawn umbrously
sings outside shutters
brightening umber from pink to bronze
a rose gold ring encircling
the rust relents
revealing unblemished metal
in the sun emerging from shadows
as the lonely smoke clears
1 comment:
I like how you played with colours. I love colours ;)
Particularly liked the second stanza.
Thank you for sharing throughout the month!
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