I gazed past the concrete mountains
and into the flaming skies
where the koi fish swim past the sun
and into the pocket of time between night and day
when heaven splits in half
and the lake of fire drips down to earth
with golden rain
as the angels sing
"Not all thats on fire, burns."
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Paper Pillow | A Collection Of Original Poems
Poetryidk just some poetry I wrote. feel free to cringe god knows I probably will looking back at this in 10 years
