Above white clouds I sit,
As I watch the azure unfold.
So serene is the summit,
It I wish were my abode.
Up here is an absence of guilt,
Further above shine rays of gold.
This sight I ingrain to the hilt,
For rarely do I see colors so bold.
- Author: MonsieurMuhtarram ( Offline)
- Published: December 8th, 2021 10:11
- Category: Nature
- Views: 30
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