In friged waves time was still.
The waters left the depths;
the turned into mountains;
other created wild canyons.
They hid away their crags
in a veil or in a dark, ash-colored foam.
Wigh stealth they withdrew
their towers again.
They calmed the seas;
caught star,
comsumed them,
then radiated them
behind the glassy surface.
From a sky opposite
the stars watched
the Moon's reflection.
Not quite down yet
will finish later.
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I like this a lot... I never get to read anything new by you... this is a treat... and especially because it's this amazing! Rock on! xoxo Meg
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Very Good
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Good
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