pastels of dusk

[Jeannedarc]

Pastels of dusk

Sleekly, slippery
My silver bird
Ascended into, up
The darkening sky
Pointing its nose
Towards the northern star

Oh but what a wondrous
Sight it is
That fills mine eye
Fiery red, simmering orange
Gently bleeding into
Peach and glacier blue
From the portside eye
Of my silver bird

Just as excruciatingly glorious
Is the sight filling mine eye
Of indigo blue
Subtly transcending into royal blue
Into deepest purple
And ultimately inky black
From the starboard eye
My silver bird in the sky


Jeanne D'ArcC

[Naas]

Colourfull words telling a tale.

[Jeannedarc]

Thank you Naas and please allow me to rectify a lapsis plumae - it must be glacier instead of glazier

[Naas]

Done

[Meraai vannie Baai]

Beautiful!

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