Woven Worlds
Buoyant orange flames leap like a leopard stalking the sun. Posthumously, the mountain of smoke and ash collapsing on itself, selfishly stomping out joy, but for the Aurora Borealis, the joykill of skullduggery. Her light like song notes, tra-la-la-ing. Her beauty, unscrupulous, to the roaring volcanic beast.
northern lights
emeralds and pinks
disclosing
phantasm peaks
valleys of despair
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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