The sky is bleeding with lust
Fire drips from its cloudy veins
Onto the world below
Cars drive towards the flames
Where they will be judged
With beauty and passion
Seven-thirty is the time for splendor
Power and pain
When the clouds turn pink
And clarity becomes clear
written 10 August 2019.
by The Lenora.
All rights reserved.
Observation from the transition from evening to dusk.