A Days Events

A Days Events shades of purple, hues of gray glistening sun with dancing feet sending time out marching fast casting rays over seas of glass children streaming before our eyes changing swiftly like morning skies hurling them out like spinning hair strands woven through the empty air gently lifting fragile broken pieces whose spiraling fall only you could see held together now with dripping tears wishing time held back its turning face leaving untouched life held fast in place shades of blue, hues of brown moon beams wrapped and hanging down