Aug 2014
Molten lava
oozed down the canyon walls
& in between the valley,
reflections burned,
hot images
etched
my memory,
her plumes,
O her plumes.
oozed down the canyon walls
& in between the valley,
reflections burned,
hot images
etched
my memory,
her plumes,
O her plumes.
(GRB090423)
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