CERULEAN

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lay beneath the crest of a dream
troposphere grave
glean of a hot scene

the frost fire sheen

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

Ian.T

12 years 9 months ago

Steve

A gain words that hold so much in their being, a beautiful range of Blue spread throughout the thoughts of the writer, where the comments are much longer than the write LOL
Yours Ian.T

Esker

12 years 8 months ago

a dawn

we see just the arch of morning
on the bottom of the troposphere
and it looks like a hot sunny morning
in pictures

but in reality its that cold fire
the ice on everything
the crisp clear clear air
that makes everything jump out!!