of a winter’s gust
Bellowing waves streaming
in concave
Bare masses of lithe statues
bend in reverence
to the perception
Teardrops splatter
like children's laughter
reflects heaven pool
in mucky wade
squalls to reach heights
Falter in attempts of flight
All directs the eye
Amidst the gloom
vastness envisioned
in a patch of blue
Safire
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