Poetry

delivernace 

The sunset kisses the horizon

And bisects, dual colored:

Pink and gold, threaded boldly 

With gold-like omnipotence.

Then the sky cracks like an Easter egg;

The damning sound thunderous 

To all but the deaf ears that follow sheepishly along.

Red leaking from the jagged edges

And black dyes, staining the pretty stratosphere.

Fragments scatter across the gleaming glade,

Slicing the fragile blades

And crushing the weeping willows-

Shattering the world before undeveloped, 

Cruel eyes!

Deliverance has come.

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