Rays,
Flat, grey bottom-feeder.
Electromagnetic radiation.
The auspice of hope,
A hope that abolishes any forethought of cursedness.
The sigh of relief after a tempest.
A climax of alleviation.
Our bliss of all contentment.
It is the bombast of spoils that recedes our ecstasy.
Our own transgressions - the ruination of pacification,
When our hope vanishes over the sunset horizon.
Our peace of mind fades,
With the dissipation,
Of Rays...
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Nature's Feelings: Poetry
PoetryOriginal poetry & songs for emotional nature lovers...
