"Vermillion Delight". | |
The silvery mists rise from a velvet night | |
bringing a hint of color to a sky | |
of folds and frills and turns of clouds that lie | |
upon the water, gently kissed by light. | |
The red and purple hues that mill around | |
within the wide arms of the cool lake's cove | |
and mingle with the violet and mauve | |
will, once the sun's first seeking ray is found, | |
burst into fire. Vermillion fills the skies | |
and crimson flecks the hanging water's veil | |
for just a moment, til the day will pale | |
these colors to nothing as the sun will rise | |
and warm the mists to vapor hid from sight | |
but maybe left a moment of delight. | |
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