Melissa Ann Miller
Here in these hills lies grace
Here where the suns rolls slow
Yawning gold
Blushing new
Stretching wide
Across the range
Embracing me
In subtle
Ephemeral hue
Tints of pastel prayer
And possibility
Here I breathe the color
Cup my hands
Dip my brush
And find the truth
Sara Mathews July 2016
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