Saturday, October 22, 2016

Vigil

Your beauty is that of a divine origin.

Pine trees and poplars have led me to crystalline streams where an enchanting slumber awaits.

A golden sun overlooks jade-tinted valleys as the bird takes flight into kaleidoscopic spheres.

By twilight, a pale moon keeps watch over purple hills and harvest fields.

Cerulean skies extend to a deeper shade of eternity on the edge of time.

Fragrant winds pass by and recall the serenity of a distant summer.

I've witnessed your eternal vigil.

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