Glimmer #WritePhoto

She sighed,
watching the glimmer of the crisp fall morning
feeling the cold breeze against her face,
her heart refreshed with peace,
floating in the distant skies.

 

poetry copyright neha 2018/ image borrowed from Sue Vincent

 

 

In response to Sue’s photo prompt: Glimmer #Writephoto

 

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Glimmer of hope

The faint hue of red splatters over the sky,

as the sun says its silent goodbye,

and keeps its promise to meet the night,

somewhere between the serene twilight,

and I catch this glimmer of hope,

in your eyes

copyright neha 2015