The horizon
A jagged silhouette
Clouds sloshing across the sky
Pulled with a comb, dripping
BonfireStrawberry swatches
Oak leaves that melt
Into infinity
Color fades
Leaving only greys
And I wonder
Did I imagine it all?
Lying on my death bed
Will I wonder again
Did I imagine it all?

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