Saturday, February 24, 2024

Eruption

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Where horizon kisses day's end, a slumbering colossus stirs. 

Whispered tremor, ancient sigh, ruptures calm facade. 

Waking fissures, fiery dance, molten beauty untamed.

 


 

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