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Today the sky wears azure blue
With just a whiff of cloud or two
Like feather-brooches softly set
To pin the scarf about her neck
The fabric of her garments sweep
In gossamer from deep to deep
And there is no one lovelier
In all of royalty, than her
And should she choose, another day
To wear a modest robe of gray
We will not be too sad because
We will recall how fair she was…
…Today
© Janet Martin
I wrote this earlier before the clouds moved in and snuffed the sun like a candle on a cake.
I wrote this earlier before the clouds moved in and snuffed the sun like a candle on a cake.
Thumbs up on this one. I especially like the first stanza and the sentiment throughout.
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