Composed in June

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Composed in June
There were brush strokes of pale orange and pink in the sky. Icterine slithered across the horizon above the soft tree tops. The night air was chilly as it swept around me and I started to hear the creatures of the night compose a lovely tune.

Celestial Vault

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Celestial vault
They were stripped of their faith and left naked in a grief-stricken core. Exposed. No longer living and not quite dead. Nightmares revealed, forsaken dreams torn...
The trees stood still and quiet while the loathsome birds mourned and tipped their hats to the decaying sun.