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pink and orange clouds
the mountains too are aflame
things unreachable
autumn’s contrition
invites winter's forgiveness
white sweeps of penance
we gust bright colors
a constellation of crows
calls out our prayers
a ****** of crows
unhappy with the morning
lets everyone know
a snow swept morning
the fox flames across the street
an orange brush stroke
the orange lanterns
filling up the night sky
so many souls rise
the darkening sky
a dagger of lightning
cuts the night open
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