Monday, March 9, 2015

Two Worlds

An expanse, a sheet of shimmering silver.
Wrapped in rose, the breeze I quiver.

By far a sight foregoes horizon.
Pole to pole a bond tied in unison.

A day, the orange fading in luminescense.
Rising into the white, a peace in reminiscence.

A chorus echoing in depths of land partitioned in blue and green.

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