Running to Glory - Poetry
Orange skies,
Scary at first,
Almost as if,
Signalling an impending doom.
Should have thrown
Caution to the wind,
As it was,
Far from it.
Hope lay awaiting,
Across the mountain,
Across this sunset,
It was lying,
Waiting to be claimed.
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