Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

when the sun doesn’t speak

there are some days
the sun doesn’t wish to
speak to us, so she weakly
covers up, pulls up a cloak
of clouds to block the way
between us, so our gaze
is haunted by a rainy gray
her murmurs muffle, becoming
thunder rustling through
the leaves of the sky

Categories: Poetry, Post A Day 2017

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2 replies

  1. Very pretty. I like this piece a lot.

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