paper aeroplanes | poetry + prose

sunrise

oranges and pinks stain
the brightening sky
the world is awakening
as morning is nigh

peeking over the imaginary line
a new beginning makes it way
up the pale blue heavens and
gives life to the nature below

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the world is a s l e e p 

the leaves begin to weep 

with the cold dew of the morning 

as the warmth begins to creep 

I implore you, to witness 

the birthing of the the clouds 

the chirping birds, so loud 

and the lifeless crowd 

of dozing masses, buildings, trees 

the stirring breeze

the sunrise that makes the way. 

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A sole window. That looks upon cold concrete and warming skies is patterned with condensation. The drops lacing the corners, distorting the gradient in the vast expanse of the sky. 

An eye witness. They blankly view the blaze appear from behind the blocks of buildings. Pupils constrict as the glare gets brighter, the sky is lighter and the air becomes thicker with humidity. 

A rising form. Watched by all, burning ever so brightly, leaving nightly and its rays pierce so tightly though the dark sky. Trailing behind it comes a new day, the golden beams do pave the way. 

a/n: yes i'm regularly updating this now (surprise!), see you next thursday :)