You bleed on
Us with Light
A beacon
O so bright
And yet we
Take for granted
All the things
This land did
Look like when
We stop
And look from
Bottom to top.
The beauty that
We see
And that awe
It brings to
Me.
I wonder
How we miss
A specacle
Like this.
For beauty
You do make
When night
Becomes
Day break.
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