Towers as they pierce the heavens,
surround, stare with nonchalant glares,
as they protect the lifeless spirits,
who rush on these monotonous mornings.
Protection from the great light,
these beings are many things, but mostly,
just remnants of artificial shadowing.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
Towers as they pierce the heavens,
surround, stare with nonchalant glares,
as they protect the lifeless spirits,
who rush on these monotonous mornings.
Protection from the great light,
these beings are many things, but mostly,
just remnants of artificial shadowing.
