Fire cascades the valley below.
Obscure shadows painted by the mountains
Dance in the newly lit heavens.
Midnight streaks depart to safety.
The earth awakens from its deep slumber,
But not all is consumed by the fire.
Part of nature remains blanketed in darkness,
While the other erupts in luminosity.
A symphony of crimson gold burst onto the aerial canvas,
Directed by the intricate hands of the creator.
A sight that all crave to encounter.
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Collection of Poems Vol. 1
PoetryHere you'll find a collection of poems that I have written over the years. They are all written in different styles with different themes of things that I have experienced or struggled with over the years. Hope you enjoy (:
