The furry pines flow down the mountain
Fur on an untamable beast
While green hills rest timid at the slopes
and roads drip off the sides
a cement necklace against the emerald grass
the blue sky surrenders to the blackness
crisscrossed with contrails
and the jeweled sun falls behind the hills
like a bead, a pendant
it slips down the drain as night throws out her coat
apparant beauty, reflected on earth
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