The Dusty, Red Curve

A Poem by Treble

The sun caresses

the dusty red curve.

Without a mind,

without eyes,

nature creates arcs

and layers

and sparkling colors

intricately woven,

dancing still and silent,

drawing in even

the most frightened of souls.

The stars caress

the dusty, dark red curve.

Author's Note

Written 3/29/17

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Added on December 4, 2017
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