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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.
Razzerleaf
Written by Razzerleaf
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for the My sky competition
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