Through the stories of old
Where the power and glory would hold
Every drop of the ocean was counted
Each grain of sand weighed on its own
The rivers carried and carved a heavy load
The words engrained on the bottom of stone
For the world's splendor and magic was known
The tides of discovery sit beyond the throne
When true beauty is thrust upon one to behold
The path of mystery and wonder blooms like a rose
When terrified and chilled to the core of every bone
The lamp wicks were trimmed and fire did glow
The refuge of shade saved one from the world
Every light that loosened the heavy load.
About the Creator
Schmalz
Welcome to my page! I am a writer whose interests are vast and believes in the art of the word. In my writing you will find Non-Fiction, Fiction, and poetry in pursuit of the value of language.
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