No. 2
- S A I N T N O S
- Feb 11, 2016
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 19, 2020
O from where have I fallen, if not of the height of a sundering morning?
A star's light, eclipsed by the befallen sun.
O what have I struck, beneath the placid thresholds of the mind, if not the sunken sea of an ocean's eye?
A golden dispersion of evergreen jade.
O what is that which is seen across the foothills of a vast desert's sky, if not a bright sight?
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