Sunset glows
over sharp, dark ridges
rich with vermilion
and ruddy blush
as gathered souls stretch
incarnadine fingers
in clouds sweeping down
to bless bleak coastal hills.
For their love arises
from the raw, bleeding sun,
their golden breaths
coalesce
into pure, lucid song.
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