Through the stories of old
Where the power and glory would hold
Every drop of the ocean was counted
Each grain of sand weighed on its own
The rivers carried and carved a heavy load
The words engrained on the bottom of stone
For the world's splendor and magic was known
The tides of discovery sit beyond the throne
When true beauty is thrust upon one to behold
The path of mystery and wonder blooms like a rose
When terrified and chilled to the core of every bone
The lamp wicks were trimmed and fire did glow
The refuge of shade saved one from the world
Every light that loosened the heavy load.
About the Creator
Body Needs Oxygen
be it sun or rain, I will go for a walk— the body needs oxygen. Some people skip walks, giving different issues or weather conditions as excuses. I don’t. Yet if there is wildfire smoke, leaf blower gas fumes, or mulch machines running, I will delay or skip.
By Seema Patel5 days ago in Poets
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I’m so in love with this