Cloud tattered the evening gowns in tears of violet
Dyeing indigo, the ocean churns its navy blues
Shells on the shore explode but the beat goes on
To wing over vales camouflaged in an obscene green
A blaze of yellow smites, like a sun it burns the germ
Peals of orange, ring the phoenix from ashes aglow;
Forget not those red drops, so silent in snow.
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to the sacrifice and valour of the armed forces
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
