As a Fantasy Stems
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While the whole dimness is red and blasting.
With vile gravity longing and blue lightning.
Beyond that is the splendid pop-dotted moon.
My crisis leaves moans in the lack of twist soon.
The dreadful agony of a long-running river.
He'd never borne a comely man who could quiver.
To cut off the stone ribboning toward the sea.
The water aggravation observes the hollow tree.
The river's ache witnessed the stones rebirth.
Witness to every morning wake-up, mirth
When she enters the glorious sunrise haze.
Crimson haywire and thunder-neutered skies.
The creator arranged this future, yet it's blurring.
Until my brain tracks down rest in sacred singing.
Written: November 13, 2021
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2021
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