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The beast of change

The beast of change

Black and white photography of the mist
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I watched far below
There in the shadowy meadow
Was a beast screeching
It was imbuing
There in the darkening meadow
I watched it blow
Spitting off fire
Then it stopped
And the beast showed me it’s face
Fiery, powerful
Then its eyes
Focused and posed
There on its forehead
I could read
‘The beast of change’.

Christa


Today one word theme prompt was radical.

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