Pure as drops of rain,
doused in marmalade flames.
As pinkish sunset that floods
over the sea, oh restores hope
and faith in darkening fields.

Though hidden in plain sight
it’s just a breeze upon the wind,
as moonless midnight in July
as vapour, as smoke, as recurring
dream, can you guess what this
Poetess could possibly mean?

 

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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads