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Sunset Prismatic
Moving down the road,
Sunset prismatic
Moon is rising cold,
pristine in the Purple
with whites shimmering above
a pale hue descending mistily to blue
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I rise to the mountains
and deep clouds distant rumble
Grey billows flash before me,
alight upon a staticatto breeze
and as the waters diffuse lighting
I find the future in reflection
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The trees are crying out
hearkening destruction
Lizards scuttle
horses run
and I find freedom
in deer upon beaches
the embrace of seas
and the power
in the hour
of Electricity
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