the blue-screen sky
indigo lit, and flashing stars
like street-light on shades
the hills are happy ghosts
whirling high into the air
trailing long fingers of fog
rising immense,
deep, in the drifting haze
sparks twirl
across the slopes
laughter,
the dark country
beyond distance
has thrown its head back
joyfully, to the sky
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2 comments:
aah this was serene and restful ..
hope you've been well :)
Aria!
... you're back!
yeah... I think I was... serene... back in November? Can't remember. Ain't now.
... how've you been?
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