Jan 26
1 min read
Across the Sky
A poem.
Watching the sky turn blue
And then crimson,
Leaking through the branches of old trees.
In a dark room
The
Light blue
Hue
Of a screen
Illuminates the actions
Which I wish I didn’t do.
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