a winter’s afternoon

aurora | night | stars

astral projection
light years past propulsion
a hastened clip
duel rockets tied to every ship
picking up the pace
aurora’s pearly smile upon her golden face
to comb her flaxen curls
with the teeth of stars
waiting it out till night
recedes in the glory of day
to light up the sky with blue
the sun follows suit
as cool as a moon in a winter’s afternoon.

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