Veiled

January 25, 2012
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The clouds lean down to kiss the earth,
Draping each petal with sky.
Above hangs perfect, enormous heaven,
The color of a lullaby.
In the tireless gray expanse
Lives not a whisper or a stir, not one.
But above the impeccable, blank, still sky
Shines the vivid, smoldering sun.





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