gallery Starry Night

Poetic Thoughts


I peek out my bedroom window early morning to see a Starry night sky.

All is in place

All is alive and blue and yellow.

Stars become white as Angels speak . . .


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Courtesy Paula ‘Poetess’ Timpson


 

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