A sunday afternoon

A sunday afternoon, the sky adorned the perfect shade of pink, purple and a toned welkin blue.
A sunday afternoon the sky could not be done justice; not by megapixels descriptive speeches
It was there for what seemed like a lazy moment to be remembered by those who stood and watched like me
I watched the ending of that day hoping that others were in a confused daze.
I went on Instagram later and there was the misrepresented sunset where it shall remain on the screen and online and never again where it should be in the sky.
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Author: Novemberschild

I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.

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2 thoughts on “A sunday afternoon

  • September 18, 2017 at 10:36 pm
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    I am becoming addicted to your words. Even though i am not a poetry person (not in this phase of my life) I am able to related to so much of what you share.

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