Tuesday, 7 September 2021

THE SUNRISE WAS A GLOWING RED

 

The sunrise was a glowing red

As the day began frostily

Beneath the clear skies

But those skies turned grey

As the days early promise faded

Along with the light

What was clear however

Was that rain was on the way

Maybe even hill snow

But it was equally possible

That the sky will become blue again

And for some the sun may return

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