。Slender beams of moonlight enter the darkened church as I kneel, always somber, always lost, kneeling here, waiting.
Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances,
forming an image in my mind. Searing my vulnerable eyes, realization dawning on humanity's face.
I raise my head, now defying this uncaring reality。
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𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼 / 𝓡𝓱𝔂𝓶𝓮𝓼
PoetryWith clever wit and thoughtful verse, The amateur poet tries their best. Both silly rhymes and insights terse, Are crafted for the reader's quest. To entertain and spark delight, These poems range from dark to bright. So have a read, relax, and r...
