Upper sights

Flying from the ground upwards,

Catching the star shadows who are

Still dwelling in the day time skies.

As the ocean is vastly distant,

See the web of waves emanating the beings of light.

Sunset is painting the clouds with warm colors,

Stroking the brush against the cold horizon

While the mountains are resting their rigid outlines below.

Birds are silent when the outer chatterings appear

And they are not always in absentia among

The follicles of the atmospheric air,

Which is lining with the shapes of the quietude

And taking more breaths away

In the resonance of dawn.

Reviews

[Chris]

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[Kelly Scheppers]

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[R.A. Youngblood]

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