In an ocean of fire,
Wonder lies.
Surrounded by mist,
It stills.
A solitary figure in a vast world.
It waits to be seen,
Looked upon,
But it is shrouded in darkness.
The mist may fall,
Yet the leaf has not been turned.
But when it is,
Riches of wonder lay in the expanse that follows.
Canyons rise high,
Lush forests peek out from a mountain of beauty and power,
Water gushes from an unseen crevice and glitters with light.
Birds tweet with joy as the sweet fragrance of their song fills the air.
Wonder is the beauty of creation.
The small details that perfect a painting.
And it is wonderful.
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Pieces of My Puzzled Heart
PuisiIt's a collection of my poetry. One of the main presiding topics is the idea of darkness, but there are also other things that are happier. I don't really know what to say other than that. Oh wait. My book is totally AWESOME and you should READ IT(l...
