Posted on January 28, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
The sky, always young, always ancient Hazy in crisp, clear, cold fog Brazen in the brightest blue Until indigo sets flames to red Or the mist seeps us into night. Where soft transient sleeping eyes Free feet from the faculty of ground Alarm…
Category: PoetryTags: Art, Job, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Sky, Work, Writing, Ying Yang
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