#airon
I stare up and see the clouds move aside,
And a soft shimmer rests upon my face,
The cool wind passes i open my eyes,
And begin to stare at the shining grace.
It’s beautiful, and my soul starts to spark,
I view upon the grace as my mind is undone,
But then my eyes begin to hurt, and my vision goes dark.
That usually happens when you look at the sun.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC