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Oct 2018
no birds.
no wispy feathers high in the sky.
only layered smudges of ashen clouds
with hints of deep cyan
as far as the eye can see,
the only pure light
sourced from the few rays of sunshine
filtering through,
setting the world on fire.

-l.s.
free verse
leah snyder
Written by
leah snyder  15/F/lost on phobos
(15/F/lost on phobos)   
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     --- and Jean Fisher
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