The rosy-fingered dawn
bleeds excitation
and atmospheric trails
for seeking out tomorrow
Are these stars like rain?
Emitting imagination,
refracting suggestion?
Perhaps a new art form swimming
about as cloudbursts?
In undulating waves
war and peace
are colliding out from
the center of the sun
Could they be
messengers from heaven?
A signal from God?
Perhaps at magnetic midnight,
four horsemen shall ride?
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC
The rosy-fingered dawn
bleeds excitation
and atmospheric trails
for seeking out tomorrow
Are these stars like rain?
Emitting imagination,
refracting suggestion?
Perhaps a new art form swimming
about as cloudbursts?
In undulating waves
war and peace
are colliding out from
the center of the sun
Could they be
messengers from heaven?
A signal from God?
Perhaps at magnetic midnight,
four horsemen shall ride?
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