His eyes glimmer at the sight of its greatness
Tremors run through his spine
Lips graze the pale warmth of the sun
An everlasting taste of nature's wine
The dome built out in sheer volume
It's girth wide and strong
The only clouds that rise with the mist
Is the ones that sail in skies for long
He smiles at the end of his excursion
A deepening of the creases on his cheeks
From his peripheral vision he sees
A hummingbird in mid flight, as it peeks;
Shoulder to shoulder, the pillars stand
An enchanted mystery of the day
While he looks onward
To remind himself of tomorrow; far far away.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
