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The periwinkle peach grey clouds hang Caressing the lava mountains In a good night embrace The desert still Listening to the silence Night falls The mountains dim More purple Fading Becoming Indistinguishable From the surronding hazy cloud blanket The further I am the more it becomes one One moment blending into another Becomes time Becomes feeling Becomes night And then Day.
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
Desert Still
The periwinkle peach grey clouds hang Caressing the lava mountains In a good night embrace The desert still Listening to the silence Night falls The mountains dim More purple Fading Becoming Indistinguishable From the surronding hazy cloud blanket The further I am the more it becomes one One moment blending into another Becomes time Becomes feeling Becomes night And then Day.
hannah-hagemann
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
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