Mist on the hills
Under a blooming sunset —
Folds of sage green rolling up
To folds of blushing gray.
A magical moment
Hovers at the edge of Perfection;
Do not breathe too loudly
And shatter the spell.

Published by T. Rebecca Hansen
If you are looking for neat boxes and solid answers, this is not your stop. I write, and I make pretty things, and I bounce about like a bubble on the breeze.
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