Starry Night
Poetic Thoughts
I peek out my bedroom window early morning to see a Starry night sky.
All is in place
All is alive and blue and yellow.
Stars become white as Angels speak . . .
Courtesy Paula ‘Poetess’ Timpson
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Poetic Thoughts
I peek out my bedroom window early morning to see a Starry night sky.
All is in place
All is alive and blue and yellow.
Stars become white as Angels speak . . .
Courtesy Paula ‘Poetess’ Timpson