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Oct 2020
Cold sunset torches
the western sky,
turning leafless branches
into flaming embers.

The world spins into night
and the solar wind is born.

Auroras dance now
with electric fire,
tearing open icy voids
beneath a long-dead moon,
immolating phantoms
above Earth’s funeral pyre.
Al Drood
Written by
Al Drood  M/North Yorkshire
(M/North Yorkshire)   
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     Eman, OmRh, Kat and Ashley Rowan
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