giants of Sedona
the giants of Sedona leaned in and peeked at me
I felt like a cockroach, but did not scurry away
None of them spoke, they merely stared.
Then they leaned back into position
Was it my imagination? Had they really done this?
I stared into the beautiful sky.
Everything looked normal.
But was far from it.
There is a mystical feeling in Sedona I cannot convey
With photos, art, or in poetry.
There are no words or strokes strong enough.
You have to experience the giants of Sedona for yourself.
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