If I Had to Paint My Aura this day

Written by: Debra Squyres

If I had to paint my aura this day.....

   I'd paint it with a worried brow

   crushed with marked questions.  

   Defeat would battle, que sera, sera

   with many bold slashes in helter skelter fashion.

   Within the field of greys background acceptance

   you'd find a face compressed on the canvas

   and on its cheeks, still, a tinge of iridescence sun

   the journey of the day just begun

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As this day comes to an ending

  I'd paint it now with bruised puff shadows,

  from each--- blue teardrops flowing.

  A drooping lilly in a field of red roses. 

  Dejected, torn and faded patches

  on a pair of well worn jeans

  all these in a starless purple sky