ITS LIKE
like sunlight to start each morning
like birdsongs to awaken each bud
like wafting clouds with pastels hues
like the fragrance absorbing dew
................................of course the moon shines for the dark night
................................of course the stars design the after hours
................................of course the clink of ice soothes the ambers
................................of course bouquets tumble at the feet of goddesses
Liken life's canvas of hot laval splurges
Coursing through tenebrist tales ever aright
© gillena cox
The Tuesday Platform
