Autumn AirA Poem by flameinthesnow
There, in a sea of
time-tossed exhaling, longings are propelled, high-flying like kites, wind-washed and as pure as polychrome streamers. They flutter through a
cloud-dragon's jowls, and fall, scattering under bent branches. No flame is ever lost but leaves its mark on stone. © 2017 flameinthesnow |
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1 Review Added on November 5, 2017 Last Updated on November 5, 2017 AuthorflameinthesnowEagle River, AKAboutBefore I typed these words into this box, the world was already built. Subtle webs were woven. Molten lava hardened into mountains. The rains and rivers carved out canyons. The desert patiently pract.. more..Writing
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