Hues of crimson, amethyst, orange, and gold
Paint the sun-streaked sky with vibrant strokes of color.
Sunshine fades into the serenity of eventide;
Perfumes of sultry gardenias mingle with the spicy scent of blushing moonflowers.
Nightingales sing in whistling crescendos; crickets chirp their love songs/
And from my bed, with eyes gently closed, being swept away
by a masterpiece of memories as
God paints breath-taking images in my mind.
The description in this poem is so rich and vibrant, Nancy. Beautiful.
Thank you, V.J. ❤
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