Dawn's the crisp blue line
crossing poisonous pink clouds,
the water-soaked broom
sweeping off the tiredness under the rug,
and the mother's cold, wet palm
brushing away the fever-fueled nightmares
from the night before.
Dawn's the chirp of hues shifting
from suffocating scarlets and weary purples
to sun-kissed whites and breathy blue.
Dawn's the clink
of the glass coffee pitcher
nearly chipping
as it clashes against porcelain cup.
Dear Dawn,
I hope they've told you how wonderful you are!
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
Dawn's the crisp blue line
crossing poisonous pink clouds,
the water-soaked broom
sweeping off the tiredness under the rug,
and the mother's cold, wet palm
brushing away the fever-fueled nightmares
from the night before.
Dawn's the chirp of hues shifting
from suffocating scarlets and weary purples
to sun-kissed whites and breathy blue.
Dawn's the clink
of the glass coffee pitcher
nearly chipping
as it clashes against porcelain cup.
Dear Dawn,
I hope they've told you how wonderful you are!
Escapril 2020 (yaaaaay)
https://www.instagram.com/letsescapril/?hl=bg