Open To Interpretation
It's there in the darkness
of Indigo rain
Starlings streak the skies
in vapor trails of gold
Winds whistle familiar tunes
as the moon placates the sea's
Time hangs motionless
beneath the permafrost
Revealing what can't be known
The dogs lay silent
in fields of emerald green
and we choose to speak in tongues.
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