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Sep 2016
Flames form above the clouds.
And I'm stuck here wondering
How did I get so lucky?
Despite the storm coming down,
I'm blessed enough
To find the sunset.
How can I be ungrateful
when the sun comes back
every morning?
And leaves me at night
With its shining and cratered
Lunar light..
What did I do
to deserve this
magnificence?

4/13/16
Written by
Emma DeBoer  Denver, CO
(Denver, CO)   
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