Between the clouds and the water,
it is bright, yet there is darkness
Hidden in the bright hues of red, orange, and black,
a day is beginning, another is ending.
On the horizon, my words engulf into a poem
disguised as a sunset, it is a fire.
As the sun shines, my poetry ignites.
Day 4:Between the clouds and the water...Where do you find your poetry?
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