Evening Sky Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Evening Sky

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The sky is a drift
of golden islands
floating in purple seas,
and the magic they give
is surely to live
in the colour of memory

So I yearn for the sky
when evening is high
and fly into hypnotic night.
I repose with the stars
and the crescent afar
till the splendour of dawn
gives delight.


Waf

Friday, February 8, 2019
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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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