it’s the black ink, i see,
of yesterday’s skies,
threatening to bleed
into the blue of tomorrow.
for today | a quiet white | will do.
017 – from moments
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it’s the black ink, i see,
of yesterday’s skies,
threatening to bleed
into the blue of tomorrow.
for today | a quiet white | will do.
Filed under 100Days2011
1Hundred 
Beautiful-I especially love the last line-it imparts a longing for tranquility, but also feels peaceful-lovely!
Thank you, B!
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:) Many thanks, Amrita. Lovely poem, as always!