Crimson clouds scrape
The sky like
Silky feather dusters
Or long thin
Fingers of socialites
Having just used
Their compact uplit
By an early
Dawn they beam
Chagrin in colors
Of red and
Orange making my
Early day glow
Crimson clouds scrape
The sky like
Silky feather dusters
Or long thin
Fingers of socialites
Having just used
Their compact uplit
By an early
Dawn they beam
Chagrin in colors
Of red and
Orange making my
Early day glow