A Crimson Magic

I watched a perfect Crimson SkyFading it’s shades over horizonI watched the birds returning homeI heard the chatter of retuning men The lane standing in front of my windowGlows, as if, in crimson tooNot lots of shadows fall on itTo destroy it’s beautiful hue And slowly the magic fades awayA band of darkness covers itContinue reading “A Crimson Magic”

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