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the Arora Borealis

As it approached, a sense of wonderment arose  
that canvas was awash  
 it poured the incandescence from the pot  
all creatures stood transfixed  
in silhouette we stood  
not by cold, by pure amazement we were froze  
for that indelibility, see the sky in that matrix  
'twas on my bucket list, before my demise  
I beat my chest and screamed "I'm glad to be alive"  
 
Written by slipalong
Published | Edited 31st Oct 2022
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