Between the ragged jag of mountain and the weight of a helmet grey sky,
there are slivers of light,
yellow and aquamarine,
wisps, vapors, light and air,
a promise of morning after all the grey is done.
Between the ragged jag of mountain and the weight of a helmet grey sky,
there are slivers of light,
yellow and aquamarine,
wisps, vapors, light and air,
a promise of morning after all the grey is done.
“Helmet grey” – brilliant!
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