Fish river canyon
A starred iris across a lidless sky,
Drawing in to lay upon a dusky bed of dying crimson and amber,
Warmth of gold hangs effortlessly on a scene of towering walls and petrified woods,
The dance and sing, of a mighty river ring,
I cup the orb within palms wrought raw and harrowed ebon,
As spires of fading daylight throw motley shadows with final throws of passing glory.
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