AS SEEN FROM THE FOOT OF PARADISE

 

The golden morn casts her train over the lands, tips the crest of the clouds with peaches, and kisses their underbellies with her gentle lips, red floods out in to blue, and for many hours the sky is lit by the shimmer of light struck on bronze shields, the leaves yawn in the freshness of the morn, and stretch their necks towards a blue sky milky in its low.

PARADISE

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