Sun Set and Match
Sympathetic tones
of earth stretch themselves
to sip at heavens gorge
Orange juiced spilt skies
with wisps of dragons breath
as fire feeds the eye
Blur is burnt on iris
I risk
For cannot pull
my gaze
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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