Hope
The sun burns low in the sky
dark red through polluted air
but the color is welcomed
such a beautiful scarlet
The blood of the sky
of the world
of the stars
but they promise a new start
once the sun has returned
at dawn
Sleep
Day is ending, sun is setting
Under changing skies, from blues to blacks
Sink into darkness, listen to the stars
Kiss the world goodnight, be at rest
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ESCAPRIL 2020
PoetryThis is a challenge held during April created by @/letsescapril (Savannah Brown @/savbrown) on Instagram. The goal is to write a poem (or do anything) with the prompts provided every day in April. All poems written can also be found on my Instagram...
