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The Sun Chasers
Fast, it falls behind black pashmina veil,
the sun.
Chasms quiver, filled with last rays of the day;
her striations of soft summer song rise and drift.
They chase burnt roads into unknown charcoaled
charter catching hymns between rocky
rotations.
Sultry, night intrudes with siren. They,
solemn, low-key whispering, slump.
Fading cumulus resign into mountainous
silver-spoon abyss. And dusky
lyrics float on seams, they do not kiss.
Heaven squeezes through a silent key hole
while
they race, blind to the highway, cracked.
With eyes scorched, they cry in circles.
Michelle Gaddes 2012
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Being able to find a way of seeing inside peoples lives, minds and soul, as you have is a real gift. I like it very much and look forward to reading more of your work.
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