We pay so much for crystals,
We long so much for gold.
Do we notice the world around us?
Or is its beauty faded, old?
In the wide ranges, horizons stretching wide,
In the deep valley, mountains reaching high,
Coastal, beached areas, along the drawing tide.
The mists hang, ornaments of Nature.
Crystals hanging in the sky,
A veil o'er Earth, the Bride.
Beauty beyond human eye.
Mist, beauty that shall never die.
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Poetry
PoetryThis is my poetry. In here you will find poems concerning the world, Christ, beauty, hope, devastation, love, humour, and more. Please reader, delve into the world of a teenage writer's poetry.
