Tinctures of orange beam around
the stuffy air
Every thing is still,
thick,
and dark emerald
The suns yoke at high noon
casts a fiery shade
over vast valleys
rolling into eternity
The roses wilt as they bake,
crisping under the ever glorious
rays, creeping from vermilion
to chocolate.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
Tinctures of orange beam around
the stuffy air
Every thing is still,
thick,
and dark emerald
The suns yoke at high noon
casts a fiery shade
over vast valleys
rolling into eternity
The roses wilt as they bake,
crisping under the ever glorious
rays, creeping from vermilion
to chocolate.
