The Aurora Blooms

[Poetry]

dew clings 
     to the Earth 

tears from the sky 
     floating along the zephyr
     
the gentle breath of life 
     on a midsummer morning

the aurora blooms

while the souls softly rest
     in stillness, we find solace

the sunflowers 
     will never cease to sway

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Poetry is the lifeblood of rebellion, revolution, and the raising of consciousness. — Alice Walker