As I stand at the river,
Face to face with an entity,
My body ablaze in shivers,
I remember my plea
He is clothed in holy clothes,
Donned in bronze and gold,
His linen flows,
His secrets about to be told
Eyes of flames,
Face of lightning,
Topaz is His frame,
Voice is governing
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Inspired
PoetryA collection of original poetry and short stories (Because sometimes I get into that artsy-fartsy mood)
