The Tower (Original Poetry)
They emerged out of nowhere like mushrooms making their way after a rainy day showing their spectacular armors above the city’s dust rushing brave warriors to readjust. While enjoying the prolonged arms of the February sun a bridge of thoughts and feelings rushed through my spine clearing my vision, enabling my soul to confine a love so deep it could trigger the divine. Her majestic appearance shook the sky turning grey shadows into blue lines chains intertwined keeping curios eyes from seeing the amazing beauty that lies behind. Guarded by angels with their inter-dimensional power some used the river to access the secret tower only to find themselves playing games at every single encounter. Rose petals and poppy fields call for an earthly designer who understands the magic of both landscapes close to each other It makes you wonder why lifting the veil is so inflammable when entertaining this show sedates participants into becoming irrational. The illusion of time continues to mesmerize the human mind clogging the path that leads to the heart a carousel of madness meant to keep the two apart as separate forces that co-exist in a purposeless life. Don’t let fear alter your state and make you blind as no castle, tower or bridge can revive your inner child stay curious on your journey through life allow the universe to unfold in front of your eyes. 💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎 Creative art: AI-generated image by Daniela S. via Midjourney https://www.midjourney.com/ Originally published on the Hive blockchain at **@KriszRokk** https://ecency.com/hive-161465/@kriszrokk/the-tower-original-poetry
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