Sky Meadow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A sonnet focused on a gorgeous evening sky, commenting on its beauty and criticizes the deceit that, despite its current elegance, the same sky will provide storms and rain. It is completely built on the metaphor of judging someone by their looks, a literal and metaphorical representation of the quote 'Never judge a book by its cover.'

Submitted: June 04, 2017

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In the colours does the sky’s grace bestow

A visual soothing oh so tender.

Pale pinks and oranges in paint-swept glow,

Basking the clouds in elegant splendour.

 

Celestial pigments like rivers flows,

Fascinated eyes at its clemency.

Mesmerised minds from reality goes,

My unworthy self at its majesty.

 

Serpent-like beauty masking yet to come,

The toned clouds gift us an airborne torrent.

Breezes wistful, less gentle it’s become,

Skies of delight, can swift be abhorrent.

 

In the colours does the sky’s grace bestow,

A deceitful joy, spiteful sky meadow.


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