• As the light swallowed the dark, the horizon cast its colors.
    The blue air plastered orange onto its sweet cotton;
    Its seeds not yet heavy enough to fall over the crusts of green,
    But the sun went on to hug the sky, and the dew to kiss the grass.
    Darkened concrete basked in its decorations, purely nothing but sunlit shadows.
    Golden rays beat down on clear sand, sneaking into statures of wood.
    Peaking through thin curtain, it masks its glow over closed face.
    Fore-bemoaned moan, she did all over again.
    Pulling a body so presidented to it’s limbs,
    And moving through glows that could never match to that is she;
    Even in her tiresome and woe.
    Peering through yellow cloth, with a morn as gorgeous as this,
    Beauty forced a curl upon her lip.