#WritcoPoemPrompt34
At the edge of the furthest mountain,

Between the valley and the lazy river,

Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,

I can see the hues painted by the setting sun,

The orange rays dress the minty red dawn,

Distorting the yellow mane of the sky,

The tilt of the stars dotted past the great Nile,

the grazes of greenry furnished the barren lands,

leaving out peeks of full sand,

bars of ocean sea dance in a calming melody,

their breeze leaving a salty fog so cloudy,

the menance of darkened storms ahead,

grey and turmolous in the earthen sounds be led,

the drains of feisty wind that ripples,

with gurgling water that cripples.

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