Hi readers! This is a poem about the sky, in particular those skies that inspire us to just look up in dumbstruck wonder. Hope you enjoy it (see full poem below the image).
Twilight Kissed by Shreya Manna
Who wove this fabric, this work of art
That stretches across the sky?
Is it a sheet of silk, or cotton, or superhuman cloudmilk?
I want to run my hand across that one smooth spread
Of marina beach blue to soft orange-pink.
At twilight, an invisible queen floats into view:
The clouds are the trail of her ballgown
Her cloak is a wisp in the air
Look up and wave and smile
Before she glides onward, endlessly, elsewhere
As always, a heartfelt thank you for reading,
Shreya
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