Swathing the Scars
Sun’s hue drapes my dying day,
twilight tinge makes a painting
of life new from shades of gray.
Stars sparkle in crown of night,
silver dust spreads on sorrow,
swathes the scars with delight.
September 19, 2021
Contest : Bite Size Poem No 21
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
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