Watercolors splashed on the horizonThe neat brush strokes, Shades of grayish blues,Clouds like cotton threads,Few smudges,The artist was in deep thought then?Then feeble streaks of orangesbright strokes in golden hues,The sun vanishing slowlyTo say a morning wish to the other side.Another chance, another dayTo redeem, to celebrate, to live!————————————————————————————————Another free verse poem, jotted down while Continue reading