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Sep 2016
Those bright streaks against the blue
Scratches made from huge diamonds, perhaps,
or simply the handiwork of something divine,
made in high silence.
I've seen those lines, etched straight across heaven's immensity.
But are they made from below or above?
Written by
R Rice  Maryland
(Maryland)   
184
   Doug Potter
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