from the sea that breathed heave back and forth,
Mists infused with skies above
The ocean’s rise congregates in cloud
hovering, gliding, a porous shroud -
vapours infilled with golden light
propelled by forceful breath there came
upon our wanting earth beneath
the ecstasy of rain .
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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