VALENTINE The Eve Before the Day of Love
I gazed towards the sky expecting it to be bright blue or just plain dark To my shock I found, it was red. A red memory of left over rays, From a sun, which has once again set. A blanket of red, laced with traces of blue. The remnants from a bright blue sunny day. Blocked was the sky with naked trees Branches reaching high to the left, and up to the sky. A lonely street light, lit in preparation for the disappearance of the sun. A small house sitting in the corner under the majestic display of... Sign in to see full entry.