A Golden Day
A golden day like this is worth money,
it was dusk but seemed like morning.
An auction to attract the highest bidders,
the fading day,
and the rainbow too sold out its colors…
I watched the clouds as they transacted,
in a hurry, and the bats passing to get contracted,
hence more gold but was departing…
The trees in their still and without moving,
until lightning flashed,
the wind then go for the brazen day,
as the disturbed thunder grumbled, at evening.
I will have the clouds whipped till it is raining,
the winds now whispering like children wailing,
the night passed and day in the making,
a golden day like this,
should be worth a lot of money…
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