View From My Window
Majestic
What is that song you hold dear,
as you gently whisk away a tear?
is it of memories past,
or materialistic things that do not last?
you reach out, to grasp and hold,
the song of long-tarnished gold
and in your eyes, I hear you sing,
the joy and rapture that bring,
a snow-capped mountain, or a painted sea,
woven, still, in majesty.
(Note: this is one of my earlier works, something I wrote around age 13 or 14.)
as you gently whisk away a tear?
is it of memories past,
or materialistic things that do not last?
you reach out, to grasp and hold,
the song of long-tarnished gold
and in your eyes, I hear you sing,
the joy and rapture that bring,
a snow-capped mountain, or a painted sea,
woven, still, in majesty.
(Note: this is one of my earlier works, something I wrote around age 13 or 14.)
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Majestic
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