Lines
Waves move in lines.
Lines flow like waves.
Smoke rises amidst heat.
Heat is lifted within smoke.
Clouds are particularly formed by dust.
Dust particles condense into clouds.
People color our Earth.
Earth colors their people.
Everything we must know
is moving through lines . . .
2-18-16
Copyright © Ironic Zink | Year Posted 2017
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