Pinkish speckles and sparkles
I stare open-mouthed as it glows
My counterpart, pure art
You are the wind that blows
Southern Sunstorm in a snowy shore
Blue and green and teal warmth
You are light enough
That I can read under
A color storm, no thunder
As far as geomagnetic things go
You're the best thing in all South Pole
YOU ARE READING
Buried Notebook
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