Poem a day

I cannot describe
This feeling of mine
As I look in a haze upon its face
Colors that are jettisoning through space
Streaks of silver blue and gold cannot compare
To the wondrous luster I do behold
It beckons and shines
Calling my name
I can never behold
The grace it would take to uphold
Swirling wringing spinning fast
I cannot catch my breath
Its color spread before me
The deepest darkest
My eyes they don’t see
No they cannot comprehend
The blending of the brightest yellow
Pouring darkest red
Let me introduce you to


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