She, the formless sky,
With wild-weather moods,
Shape-shifts eternal.
Palpable pressure,
Brooding purple,
A brief repose,
She smiles sunshine
And casts down her dark-down umbra.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Moody’
She, the formless sky,
With wild-weather moods,
Shape-shifts eternal.
Palpable pressure,
Brooding purple,
A brief repose,
She smiles sunshine
And casts down her dark-down umbra.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Moody’
“Expression 