Sombre Day

Sombre Day short poem

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Ushering in a shadowy day,
Coral Sky is twisting slowly away
From whispering white to sombre grey

The gently passing time is slain,
From bones of those who did succumb
Ushering in a darker day.

Blue pastel skies will fade away,
And in their place, stillness will come
Whispering white to sombre grey.

Still by the light of fading fey,
Poor Believers flock, pray and hum.
Ushering in a darker day

Never again will artists stray,
With colours creative, hearts glum
Whispering white to sombre grey.

Bare boned fingers struggle to pray,
All that is good, will bad become.
Ushering in a darker day.
Whispering white to sombre grey.

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Nicely written! Keep writing!


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