Dark Room
Our eyes move over the earth. We are photographers of the ancient. I capture a creature of hate in the setting sun and my love develops into a beautiful meteor. She burns in the atmosphere and a world watches its own destruction by a peace that transcends understanding.
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very intersting poetry liked it linda