The Sky's Everlasting Spark
A girl named Sky,
always hoped to fly high.
Her aura was as white as the clouds
and her light could brighten the darkest of clouds.
You could always see her spark,
even in the dark,
The color of her eyes was as deep blue as the Pacific ocean;
her skin, aureus
and her mind, elysian.
The blush on her cheeks
and the way her eyes speak,
nothing was imperfect about her.
The dawn began to encapsulate
as she slowly began to achromatize
When the cerulean dawn approached,
her glazing heart began to dwindle;
evanescing somewhere in the mountains.
Gradually the golden light ceased and became stygian,
but you could still see her rhinestone bracelet shining from somewhere in the middle of the dark,
remarking on her presence of still being there,
but somewhere far away with an everlasting spark.
Copyright © Shayna Sharma | Year Posted 2023
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