today is the dawn of a new day
and i choose to paint the sky red
not for any reason but this:
because i can.
this sky is mine
to shape, to stir, to dream upon.
and today, i choose to write.
so if, in the middle of your busy day,
you happen to look up
and spot a touch of red drifting through the clouds—
know that this was me.
a trace of my fire,
a residue of today’s defiant beauty,
etched across the heavens
for all to see.
my gift.
a contrast.
a burst of colour against your stare—
to remind you:
the sky is not just above us,
it is ours to colour.
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