dabbling with fire
© Amanda E Johnson c. 2004
The quietness and solitude
The sunsets –oh! the sunsets!
Being alone on the top of the world,
so close to the sun, well -
i wish i could paint.
How is it that there is red wool
in the sky
scattered about
for miles and miles?
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or
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How is it that all the white clouds
are scattered in the blue sky for miles?
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