Bruised skies
Smoggy purples
Deep, foggy blues
And simmering oranges
With flames and smoke
Beneath the horizon
Rising up into the
Beautifully beaten sky
City lights fade into the background
As the smoggy sky
Grows darker
And the burning torch
Erupting from a tower of the plant
Fills the heavens
With rich purples
Bleeding oranges
And heavy air
Even pollution
Is portrayed as beautiful
When the skies bleed
And the heavens bruise
(01/02/2022)
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