Through soft sandy gums
layered deep like teeth
of sharks, mountains rise.
Rocky serrated
pink, purple, chiselled.
Edge a quiet blue
The small stillness
breaths the silent wind
Leaving heat curves
its stretch along the
whole horizon
spilling blood orange.
A catch of breath
in the return of bright.
How the light yellow
band glows
flows never seen green
blending blue into
indigo sprung with
s t a r s
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