Subtle and pastel,
Spreading across the dusky sky.
Silky and gentle,
Rolling into your eyes.
Filling up reflections
In the panes of glass.
Sitting and waiting
For the lone meanderer
To notice,
For a second,
As time stands still.
A choreography is done
Amongst the whispering clouds.
Dancing alone
Feeling life spread through,
And in.
Heart pattering to the rhythm
Of the cicada’s call.
Nothing else matters
On top of this hill.
As I watch
The only light I’ve known
Slip under the horizon
And draw
all of the beautiful colors,
Away.
DoRee MelNic 
There is a kind of calming beauty in the sky, right? I love it too. Lovely poem, Doree! 😄
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Yes, I agree. A poem floats above us each day when we wake, and evening when we turn in. All we have to do is look up. Thank you so much for stopping by, and reading and commenting. Good to hear from you, Mia! Hope all is well :).
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Everything’s fine. Hope the same for you too. 🙂
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Beautiful imagery! The flow and pace of the verses brings much peace.
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Thank you so much ❤️
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