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Monday, January 18, 2010

THE NORTHERN LIGHTS by Margaret R. Cunningham

I turned and saw
The Northern Lights ablaze
Dripping liquid fire.
Playing, they splashed across my vision.
Rising and falling
To their own rhythm.
Flinging greens and blues and rose.
Shimmering curtains of colour
Rising and falling
Fading and returning
Bowing to curtain calls.

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