One in a million is a supernova with glistening colours of thread
a celestial crescendo darkened by a night sky of perpetual stars
Aqua lined clouds that reach around the moon of golden hues
Sunset guava tones etched into the sky in brilliant layers
Mountain tops are things of height, rocks of slippery steps abound
Trees are bare, yet like bones they stand to fright
The road most paved leads only same, to blood red hills of dusty salt
Starlight beams of shimmering light shine through dancing sand
Creation in a crescent globe to permeate heavens lilac skies
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TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butler4 days ago in Fiction
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