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Jagged green talons, shoot through gold dust, marred only by the glimmer of the mid day solstice. Curving misty granules Mask temperamental land: Tracing paper haze Swirls of glistening sand. Bending hills blend Precious pallid dust With one layer of Whipping wind. Your blustered footprint Get's carried away; Bullied by nature's Ethereal motion. You’ve walked for miles Dry and lagging among Miniature valleys of Earth's Smoothest round stalactite. Hear the luscious, Climactic ocean breeze Speak salty psalms, from Deepest blue parchment. The serrated cliff-face Positioned between The vast curvature of the sea and dunes. Dogtooth black vertigo With specks of white refrain, Which drip back down To the tenacity of the waves As tides rise, patience falls. Worn away, smooth again As a brief, conjugative Swill of realisation Washes out lifes impurities Cleansing boredom into Calm; see a metropolis Submerge in the tide. The landmarks and history Are but bricks, mortar And washed up stories Which float away to sea.
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
The Golden Landscape
Jagged green talons, shoot through gold dust, marred only by the glimmer of the mid day solstice. Curving misty granules Mask temperamental land: Tracing paper haze Swirls of glistening sand. Bending hills blend Precious pallid dust With one layer of Whipping wind. Your blustered footprint Get's carried away; Bullied by nature's Ethereal motion. You’ve walked for miles Dry and lagging among Miniature valleys of Earth's Smoothest round stalactite. Hear the luscious, Climactic ocean breeze Speak salty psalms, from Deepest blue parchment. The serrated cliff-face Positioned between The vast curvature of the sea and dunes. Dogtooth black vertigo With specks of white refrain, Which drip back down To the tenacity of the waves As tides rise, patience falls. Worn away, smooth again As a brief, conjugative Swill of realisation Washes out lifes impurities Cleansing boredom into Calm; see a metropolis Submerge in the tide. The landmarks and history Are but bricks, mortar And washed up stories Which float away to sea.
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
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