God painted this beautiful picture-
the sun overcoming daunting darkness.
A speck of yellow, the shade of fire,
radiated vibrant, glorious energy.
Man, blinded to God's beauty,
took his paintbrush in a fury.
The smudge of haste, turned blue skies grey.
Through the flare of God's paintbrush,
turquoise waters danced ashore...
Alas! No more, because man
'skillfully' coloured them a pitch black.
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The End Of Spring
PoetryA collection of my poetry works... Hope you are inspired... Feel free to read and comment...
