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The Braes "part 1"
Admiring one of the most beautiful sights.
Watching and absorbing in the beauty,
only a lucky few get to see.
Glasgows drab grey tenements,
poverty stricken high rise flats,
spread out below.
Sitting in silence,
admiring this stunning view.
No need for words, silent ,serene and trouble free.
A sea of orange glowing light fills the horizon,
panoramic radiating scenery,
a quiescense unsurpassed.
Akin to a gift from a higher being,
a special memory.
Glasgow, beautiful in all it's splendour,
a memory, a view, cherished and treasured.
Glasgow falls under a blanket of darkness,
sitting observing ,happy and carefree.
I smile a smile,
which for so long was a treasured memory.
A special view,
only a few will ever see.
Watching the sunset over Glasgow,
from the hills above in the Cathkin Braes,
is so special to see for me.
Watching and absorbing in the beauty,
only a lucky few get to see.
Glasgows drab grey tenements,
poverty stricken high rise flats,
spread out below.
Sitting in silence,
admiring this stunning view.
No need for words, silent ,serene and trouble free.
A sea of orange glowing light fills the horizon,
panoramic radiating scenery,
a quiescense unsurpassed.
Akin to a gift from a higher being,
a special memory.
Glasgow, beautiful in all it's splendour,
a memory, a view, cherished and treasured.
Glasgow falls under a blanket of darkness,
sitting observing ,happy and carefree.
I smile a smile,
which for so long was a treasured memory.
A special view,
only a few will ever see.
Watching the sunset over Glasgow,
from the hills above in the Cathkin Braes,
is so special to see for me.
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