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My sky
Shreds of torn blush-red,
shake dusk over parched crops,
open seed heads, sway
violet from a final sun.
layered above the valley's canvass
this dark-blue looks back,
as night sketches lines of black
on abstract thermals.
shake dusk over parched crops,
open seed heads, sway
violet from a final sun.
layered above the valley's canvass
this dark-blue looks back,
as night sketches lines of black
on abstract thermals.
Published 24th Jan 2020
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for the My sky competition
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25th Jan 2020 2:43am
Dear R,
What a lovely visual. I’ve imagined rows of corn (I don’t really know why?) but a lot of it in the blue-purple haze of sunset. Lovely write and best pf luck in the comp. H🌷
What a lovely visual. I’ve imagined rows of corn (I don’t really know why?) but a lot of it in the blue-purple haze of sunset. Lovely write and best pf luck in the comp. H🌷
25th Jan 2020 4:23pm
