a wisp of whipping-cream white dangles on the storm cloud omniscience,
with a severed blue background complimenting the danger of adhering to simplicity.
while miles down, a world knows nothing of its kinetic power - holding force for the rivers’ rapids and desert zephyr.
the divided rays glisten. one illuminating a lone cross, others flickering off the faces of children and some causing the color of my eyes to change shades.
a blueish purple halo lines the horizon, the frame of my window tries fiercely to portray the vividness.
a sentimental sentence slips out my mouth in a serene sound,
“Better take the world for what it’s worth, you’ll only do harm in hoping for more.”
and the pink anvils slink against their predecessors,
leaving a murky trail of dark night sky and the scent of other-worldly rainfall.
About the Creator
Christine
I currently reside in NC, born and raised in WA. I’m a mother, a software manager, a lover of nature and a writer. My greatest hope is to bring peace, love and compassion to the world my children will inherit.
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