How could thou color the sky thus?
How could thou make a morn such?
So silent, so orangy pink, by light painted?
How could thou make the air so scented?
How could thou make those birds to unfurl wings?
How could thou with serenity bless a poem to sing?
Why thou make me to gather dews and mist spread
On the sky so told upon, so written, so said?
Monday, December 16, 2013
How could thou color the sky thus?
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