A Three Lock Box
Angels ascending this mountains highest peak times plateau..
In my mind as gazing about then peering deeply; penetrating
These its panoramic views trying to grasp something tangible
Within their portrayed as painted vistas; worthy as to be held
Yet my eyes open could find nothing amid her waning mirage
This paradigms pot and gold his planet, of dust made dreams.
Copyright © Rachel St.Cross | Year Posted 2013
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