Saturday, September 13, 2014

Streaking Connections

Hazy sunsets streak white across the sky,
my feet create a connection
my eyes are sold on nature's beauty
as she dons her pastel cloak,
perfection.
The people of the sun, we are,
born to be free,
made of matter 
that continuously surrounds,
back to the earth we will all eventually flutter. 
- Montana Hall









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