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Purple Sky
Rippling from beyond an infinite place,
There seems to be room for an ultimate space.
Miles high,
Beneath the sky.
Lashings of purple fire build the tower of rounded shapes.
Coupling oranges of clashing toxicity,
Yet the simplicity fills awaiting eyes with Enigma.
Trying to understand the suns cast of light.
Filling empty minds with the splashes of purple sky.
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Wednesday 15th August 2018 11:33 am
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