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A vibrant time

Fiery mountain horizons waiting to catching the burning sun,
Glowing clouds twisting from the valley like a steaming cauldron,
Fleeting warmth escaping my body upon gentle breezes,
Allowing the forest trees their moans, creeks and wheezes…
 
A landscape changing, ever turning colors and hue,
Blinking nights with billions of lights seemingly askew,
Tilting back upon a dizzy spell the Milky Way casts,
Unto the softness of Mother Earth I cling still, while it lasts…

(2013)

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