Have you ever seen a purple sky,
Covering the night’s darkest hour,
Looking straight, into your eyes,
Levitating you above the power?
Let me show you what it really looks like –
Skyline with the purest color,
Even those who shout of their dislike,
Will appear on mountain that’s taller.
Clouds coat the softness of tomorrow,
In the shades of mauve mixed with wine.
Stars reflect, as if they want to borrow,
Glamour of this richest dye.
Closing eyes is useless, for now
It will move to shadow yellow moon,
Soon, the tints will disappear, with sorrow
Taking colors of its’ pride away.
Shaking hands with sunrise - hollow
Is the brightness of the coming day.
Purple sky
© Copyright: Slimka, 2004
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