Poem: View from a hot air balloon

As we glide silently
above a slumbering
land, draped in
tauntingly
strategic wisps of
gauzy fog,
the sun rises,
deliberately,
provocatively slowly –
a burnished spotlight
highlighting curves and folds,
and breathing life and colour
into a breathtaking view.

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