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For A Moment, Layered In 24K Gold
Determined and rugged is the great city Beyond it's gates, stand ancient conifers dusted, with lichen glistening , as if layered in 24 karat gold.
Welcomed in by an opening in the canopy i advance, into a colored blur of light mixing with shades of sepia.
Shadows from the city create an image, of the mighty metropolis.
Hot iron and hard steel cast onto curved ivory towers
A breathtaking replica of independece and strength in equal submission.
Stickiness coats the worn path ahead, where honeysuckle wraps itself around eucalyptus, the blending aroma of all that is good, and all that is lovely,
marks an impression into the back of your mind
Embedded deep within the woods,
water from the creek trickles, between pink sandstone cliffs, enticing the warm sounds of forward motion that iinvade like a stimulus, spilling down onto maidenshair fern,
It rises, eager to receive its portion and more more.
I watch in shyness as her fronds unfurl.
Dew drips from her delicateness onto wild orchid below.
The exotic hues in shades of fuschia explode pulling me, transforming me.
I linger awhile, before eventually, slipping away back to the city
Welcomed in by an opening in the canopy i advance, into a colored blur of light mixing with shades of sepia.
Shadows from the city create an image, of the mighty metropolis.
Hot iron and hard steel cast onto curved ivory towers
A breathtaking replica of independece and strength in equal submission.
Stickiness coats the worn path ahead, where honeysuckle wraps itself around eucalyptus, the blending aroma of all that is good, and all that is lovely,
marks an impression into the back of your mind
Embedded deep within the woods,
water from the creek trickles, between pink sandstone cliffs, enticing the warm sounds of forward motion that iinvade like a stimulus, spilling down onto maidenshair fern,
It rises, eager to receive its portion and more more.
I watch in shyness as her fronds unfurl.
Dew drips from her delicateness onto wild orchid below.
The exotic hues in shades of fuschia explode pulling me, transforming me.
I linger awhile, before eventually, slipping away back to the city
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