
The rings of smoke wisp from mother's lips
and gray the once grand landscape.
Emerald dulled to dusty shades
by acid rain and shifted dry earth,
sifted between delicately cracked fingers.
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![]() The rings of smoke wisp from mother's lips and gray the once grand landscape. Emerald dulled to dusty shades by acid rain and shifted dry earth, sifted between delicately cracked fingers. Author notesImage: Sage-and-Storm-Clouds-Near-Gallup- by Phil Schermeister In a listA contest entry
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