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A flurry of grey
Bare trees in glowing sunrise
Dozen squirrels play.
A flurry of grey
Bare trees in glowing sunrise
Dozen squirrels play.
A sea at first glance on a chilly morn
But more a forest of craggy mountains
Red, brown and gold in the sunrise
Interrupted by a passing shadow.
Sometimes fog clears slowly
Calm in the wake.
Within a great mechanisation
Clattering steel marbles
Eventually reflect a blue sky.
Winding westward, following Phoebus
His stamina starting to wear as he wears his crown of light
Everywhere clouds, a wash of white.
Flashing orange aggression
I wore a smile with red, white, and blue
Storm during the celebration.