Millions below, tiny and slow
Myriad lights flicker and die into the night
Invisible glow of life fills the void below the sky
Texture of droning voices never reaches the summit
Thoughts slumber and rest from a weary climb.
Farther, yet closer somehow
Darker, but so much brighter
My soul stands in the cold air and warms from a distance.
The Sunset
11 months ago
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