She stood there,
Watching the line where heaven touched earth,
Her eyes wide,
As they witnessed the resounding glowing
collision;
Sparks lit the sky,
And blood poured,
As the glory of paradise descended further,
Behind the seam of the world.
She felt small,
As she glanced over shoulder,
She saw her shadow slowly shrinking,
Towards her feet;
She looked back to the line,
Only a few streaks remained,
To signal heaven's passing;
The sun has set.
YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
