//AN INCOMPLETE SONNET// //IAMBIC PENTAMETER// Day mature light dying with peak of its breath While pleasure raining beams of golden rays All beings of wings where home is tracing path And deep blanket blue yet yellow rising scenes The mature light slipping redd'ning turns As wrinkled flesh, of sight is iron forged Like red is spear OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATmorningbg14 • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! 🌹 Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.