Sunrise and Sunset-What Hand
Swirls of pink, caress purple hues
Who's brush strokes then did beauty choose.
What hand, what artist filled the sky
To set before admiring eyes.
Who dabbed the colour on tinted cloud,
No mortal has such skill endowed.
In all her glory, for all to see
Nature, donned her finery.
Entry for Sunrise and sunset - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
15/2/18. Placed 2nd.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
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