LateA Poem by CitrtgoW8P
A golden-gray film wraps itself around everything.
As the blue gives way to black the horizon bleeds in royal shades of fire, which burn into the landscape and quietly flood the sky.
© 2012 CitrtgoW8P |
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Added on April 9, 2012Last Updated on April 9, 2012 |