THE curdling clouds the color of life in blood AND burnished honey kissed lightly brushing against a sirocco of sand heat and falling down off of high heavens ire.

As though seeing the dreams, the thoughts, the power in desire caught up as pillars of thunder the sound of God smoldering in fire.

Poem: дан я(am), dan m henry II, @dandelionx2

Photo credit: @cheetahpassion

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