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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Nature · #2127633
A poem based on something that I have been struck by twice now in the past six months.
despite the wispy, silk-spun panels of clouds that stretched and
spread in the cerulean sky,
and tree branches that reached for each other
from either side of street; despite the lazy rays of sun
that shimmered from between those leafy lovers, and a cheeky breeze
that wouldn’t fully commit to keeping one cool; despite
the audacity of tranquility on this little stretch of road,
rubber blackened and burned, metal crashed, twisted,
and screamed,
and glass shattered into a million tiny shards, into shiny diamond gems
with blood on their facets

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