Aurora Borealis, by Darkblade County
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The Northern Lights,
dancing spirits,
find homes,
in the sky.
Melted candy on a dark sheet,
a paintbrush leaving its best art on a nightly display,
the colors of sunrise and sunset mixed,
a phenomenon of colored display.
It's like heaven's light shined on the frozen wasteland
people call home,
a sign of hope in dark times,
that light exists,
in darkest nights. |
Posted: 2012-12-12 01:39:20 UTC |
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