smcfar
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When the dying's done When the dying's done When the dying's done and the scattered sun spirals a cross the sky we'll see a rainbow shine for one final time. Forever engrained on the eye. When the dying is done and we each have become as insubstantial as... – *by Stuart McFarlane*	0 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
Triangles Eternal Triangles Eternal The night is iron ore, the sky as black as flint and stars,like sparks of silver innocently glint; time, itself, seems melted down, its vital essence tamed by these strange forms; so silently, so perfectly framed against... – *by Stuart McFarlane*	1 View added 1 month ago	Rating
Triangles Eternal Triangles Eternal The night is iron ore, the sky as black as flint and stars,like sparks of silver innocently glint; time, itself, seems melted down, its vital essence tamed by these strange forms; so silently, so perfectly framed against... – *by Stuart McFarlane*	0 Views added 1 month ago	Rating

When the dying's done

When the dying's done
and the scattered sun
spirals a cross the sky
we'll see a rainbow shine
for one final time.
Forever engrained on the eye.

When the dying is done
and we each have become
as insubstantial as...

– by Stuart McFarlane

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Triangles Eternal

Triangles Eternal

The night is iron ore, the sky as black as flint
and stars,like sparks of silver innocently glint;
time, itself, seems melted down, its vital essence tamed
by these strange forms; so silently, so perfectly framed
against...

– by Stuart McFarlane

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added 1 month ago

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