Hues
A new painting everyday,
Hues of orange, yellow and gold,
On the same vast blue canvas,
As dusk falls.
Hues of orange, yellow and gold,
On the same vast blue canvas,
As dusk falls.
Crimson
It came out of nowhere, Creeping about on the roofs & walls, They tried cutting it, to stop it from growing. But spread it did, entwining itself on the branches & the hedge. One day when they woke up, The garden was bathed in crimson hues, Flower petals glistened with fresh dew drops, The sun rays softly beamed down. The Weed had finally bloomed.
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