Out of glass they twinkle,
So sweet and beautiful it all is,
Doors appear out of nowhere
Then vanish without a miss.
The swishing and swirling of leaves,
Create a tranquil scene,
Life seems so perfect,
Until it all falls to pieces.
Like valleys and mountains they fall and rise,
In the distance a shimmer glistens,
Silhouettes of the ranges shine in shadow;
Painted in deep blue and black.
Darkness becomes thicker,
More real and foreboding,
Consuming all that touches it,
Yet one can’t help but love the scene.
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