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A Storm, a Sunset

March 11, 2016

In the west, which the sun kissed:

Honey sweetened storm clouds
hung as pillows of misted gold,
syrup thick sweet water duvets,
and living air breathed for the earth,
danced for the ocean where it learned to walk,
and played for its freedom from industrial law.

In the east, which the storm left:

World warmth and sparkling crystal rain
met at the corners of a smile,
and rose petal blushes and blue cotton chalk
guided a perfect arc of gemstone dust,
through a sky rising towards the earth,
in exquisite strokes of children’s profundity.

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