Dark and Mystical
I sit alone in a grassfield,
Coping up the stressful life.
I watch the big fireball,
gently swallowed by the sea.
Until the clouds fade its glance.
Then in a sudden glimpse,
My whole world turned to grey.
Looking up, I start to see musings.
The fair sky became a wide mystic land.
I see the hands of an artist painting his canvass,
A perfect scene from up above.
I feel like floating in cloud nine.
Witnessing the beauty of a night sky.
The twinkling stars and galaxies.
The moon shading her majesty.
The planets shining from afar.
An evidence of the most powerful hands,
Remind us that we're just dust in the wind.
Copyright © Aiyah Torres | Year Posted 2014
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