Rippling white-capped waves unfold –
Like sea, the sky they brave.
Treacherous white-capped tops –
Like spilled milk under sun spots
Drift to the edge of horizon –
Of terrain that is infinite
Posted in response to the challenge Climber.
Rippling white-capped waves unfold –
Like sea, the sky they brave.
Treacherous white-capped tops –
Like spilled milk under sun spots
Drift to the edge of horizon –
Of terrain that is infinite
Posted in response to the challenge Climber.
A wingspan of ash, she scours the sky for signs of a way forward.
Beneath, the writhing landscape of a future so foreign we cannot yet comprehend which color she will be.
Melts the sun
With her ferocity– stripped away,
Turned into fragility,
We gasp as moon swallows sun.
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