I dreamt of painted skies and oranges suns
Of a hundred sunsets yet to come
The sky above me rumbled, streaked a soft lavender hue
Strung over thick gray clouds that stood like guards, blotting out the sun
I reached out to capture the sunset, before the darkness overtook me
And in my hand I held the promise a new tomorrow
Yearning to be set free

Lovely description with a hope-filled conclusion, Elizabetta. That hope is all the more meaningful as thick gray clouds of turmoil create deep shadows across our world. But I’m so thankful that in spiritual realm, we DO have the promise of a new tomorrow–with God in heaven (John 3:16)!
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Thank You so much!!!
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You have painted a beautiful picture in my mind with your poetry. Thanks
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Thank you! I appreciate your kind words!
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