Priya's Visuals

Watercolors splashed on the horizon
The neat brush strokes,
Shades of grayish blues,
Clouds like cotton threads,
Few smudges,
The artist was in deep thought then?
Then feeble streaks of oranges
bright strokes in golden hues,
The sun vanishing slowly
To say a morning wish to the other side.
Another chance, another day
To redeem, to celebrate, to live!
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Another free verse poem, jotted down while traveling.
Happy reading 🙂
Priya Pramod