by Ross D Tyler
It arches up slowly,
As if in slow motion.
The World suspended,
In a trance.
Hues of Turquoise, green and blue,
Dashed against the sky,
In silky wonder.
You watch it move.
React.
In a moment everything can be won, or lost.
But you’re flying!
Floating on a carpet of glass.
You wish the moment would never end.
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Ross D Tyler Collection
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Ross David Tyler
Last updated September 15, 2011