Bright Morning

Angel heavy sky
Blue and white
Just doesn’t cover it
Purple; grey; silver;
Gold that can’t be looked upon
Bright as life
Gorgeous as a soul.
Face turns away
And feel the heat
Unnatural within
The crisp winter air.
Warm hand stroking
A frosty cheek.
Will I melt?
If I do,
I don’t mind.

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