“And away they soared climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud, someone passed some bliss among the crowd” – David Bowie from Memory of a Free Festival
I watch as leaves climbing through ivory vibrant clouds
turn from bronze to gold. We tend to flourish in deeds
not years why then should I encourage the bad ― Thru
deepening skies smile rays of hope; scour the heart in
pools of hallowed light.
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Posted for Quadrille 18 @ dVerse Pub