On the way up, road is greeted by the soft hues of a pink-indigo sky with a bit of green hidden in the yellow going down, blues and purples overpowering most of it, the moon visible and majestic, a round golden masterpiece, glowing with an aura around it, the steep and graceful slopes of rock which you could tell were jagged and full of texture but really could only see the smoky outline of, darkening with the day turning into night, with the coming of nightfall, the crisp air turning cooler like a promise of cozy blankets and peaceful rest.
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Sea of Thoughts
PoetrySome poems and anecdotes I've written, about characters who's names I don't know, inspired by works of authors, about a feeling or whatever's going on inside my head. Photo/Title credit: Lindsay Ray (look her up on instagram, she's an amazing artis...
