Sunlight shines on it's surface
it's marble radiates smiles back to the blue
it could be said by some people
that it looks like a rocket
waiting to go heaven bound
if it did the toll of bells would be the only sound

White doves do coo in crevices
tending their young on such a majestic perch
then when twelve chimes do ring out
in the glory of kind mornings now gone
the last chime bids the serenade of evening
and all the doves do fly, from this beautiful spire


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
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