They Ride the Skies
A grand display; sailing flames. sky-dance at night, beneath the moon.
Parting the clouds, its journey, a thrill, is the end of these lives.
Meteors live long and die hard after their last, grand flight.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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