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Tide's Afire
I watch the flares of trickling gold
Hear gentle lapping on pebbles of stone
Sea bound adventurer lift and soar
In orange skies a shadow form
Horizon line, the suns devourer
Her fight begins in reddened anger
Casting fires fingers across the void
Setting oceans tide a line, afire once more
Tuesday 7th May 2024 7:07 am
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