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Suddenly,
Sitting In the Settling Mists,
I see.
That Dawn has turned to Day.
What was once Dark and Solemn,
Is now Bathed,
Awashed in a Grey
Turned Rose. Brought by
The Rising Sun.
As the fairies’ Dust
Falls to the Earth,
Gathered in Dew,
I see.
My Dark Sky has Turned Blue.
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Audra Spangler
Writer, snowboarder, gamer, adventurer. AS warrior and Spoonie.
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It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Franklyabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
very nicely written!
Beautiful poem! Suns! Wonderful 😄🩵