Bleaches It's Fabric
I can still envision it ---
It appeared like a single strand of pure silver ---
Radiant as a quasar ---
This perfected demostration of nature ---
As the wind swayed it to and fro ---
A tiny occupent ---
The manufacturer ---
Traverses it's length ---
As the sun's rays bleach it's fabric.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2009
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