Into a Crimson Sea----Five Lines
A sound of bedtime prayers are in the trees,
where the doves have nestled among the leaves.
They smooth the feathers of a restless day.
Like the night-birds,... my worries lift away,
sailing far, into twilight's crimson seas.
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5/17/15 For The Contest: Five Lines/Metaphors and Simile
Sponsored By Sara Kendrick Form: Enveloped Quintet
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