Brophy's buildings all aglow, shining white like palest
snow.
Reaching out with eyes, touching it softly, tenderly,
filled with awe.
Set up against a midnight blue, stars lying thrown
across the sky.
Lightly touching buildings sides, shadows hiding shyly
from all eyes.
Never looking upon the tower from above, seeing it's
beauty with love, wanting to climb the stairs within so
experience may be contained inside this mind.
Whenever not around, still climbing the steeple stairs,
leaving beauty impressed upon this heart forever, in the magnificent darkness.
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