Misty horizons surround life with it's tresses,
glowing rainbowly, peering through drops of water,
half closed.
Minor tones ripple across oceans of waves, beckoning
tomorrow to come and take a peek at yesterday's sights.
Filling a being spiritually with a lightened soul.
Creationally created barriers torn down, allowing
visitors from beyond to participate angelically in
misty horizons of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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