brucealdridge
glowing red
light her fire
the wheels are spinning
whirly gig
diving down
sea of red
fading light
lookout
haunted
bathing in gold
growing through
over the mountains
reflecting on the dawn
nothing can stop me
lupins
awaiting a cocoon
from the top
road to the sky
up to the moon
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