Daubbed by a golden brush,
A crater in the clouds,
Looked like a sibilating volcano
A sunset experienced in Kailash Giri, Visakapatnam
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Brief, but beautiful. If one could only keep the pictures that the clouds create! . But they can live in the landscapes of the mind. Thank you for sharing. Warm regards, Sandra