1 March, 2021
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Ancient spirits dwell eons
between fluid and ether
in spaceships of bone,
poised below the sepia mirror,
breaching to breath the sun,
leaving only fleeting ripples
that mingle like silent harmonies.
Category: Photography, Poetry
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