Comments about Noel Horlanda
Looking beyond on a pinnacle,
there appeared an outline, something,
transfigured into structure of concrete posts,
seeing through framed glass windows, massive doors,
beyond imagination in all splendor stood before me,
immaculately white, indescribable, perfect!
one couldn’t accept, it’s incredible, horrendous,
whispered to myself, could this be all mine? Am I that rich?
I started taking small steps, nearer, sweating cold,