Peach Skies
The rarest hue of dawn
By Gwendolyn PendraigPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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The clouds were peach this morning
Against sky of cyan pure
Wispy puffs of trailing beauty
A perfect morning cure
A colour made for capture
The rarest hue of dawn
The peach clouds were ephemeral
I turned and they were gone
Perhaps it's a reminder
Of how fleeting is life
Each day a gift to spend
Don't waste that morning light
About the Creator
Gwendolyn Pendraig
I write. Feelings, mostly, though they often end up being horror based. I authored a book in 2017, Dancing In The Dust. You should check it out if you enjoy female fronted, post apocalyptic misery fests!
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