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poetry fiction

Painting Our Sky

September 5, 2025 • 1 min read

Canvas lay with a scroll unrolled Strokes from above

Musing with a glance, He soaks Hint of a ripen peach

Such wouldn't be grown on green Only in the coral simmerings

Glimpses behind a veil Dashes of light bestowed in ink

Laying hair, settling dust He lowers a gaze

Beholding heavens we raise