A cool blue rests around
The aura warms its azure dye
Clasped, Life pours from
The ceiling of the throne
All is still, the heart can be heard
The pain escapes
As the flowers grow
Back to their original state
Determined to fill peace
Into existence and remove hate
Reality is altered perception
The stillness a fortress
Built like the last wonder of the World
All eyes point towards the sky
All views within ones control.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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