• Skies - a refuge, a peril •
On sunny days, the skies nestle and
echoes fade and slain the azure to the high.
The nadir slips into the grandeur, all the
cacophony takes a refuge, the satin envelopes
the kaleidoscopic sky, and a nuptial bond of
miles stretch with sapphires gleaming down
the wings. Auburn curtains cascading down,
a refuge to infinite melancholy souls. Knitting
a mist of clouds and the aura shadows the road
underneath.
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