The Skyline

The Skyline

As i gaze at the Skyline I catch a glimpse of nature's beauty,
Its brag washes upon my face like a fountain falling,
Oozes ultra-violets that vanish through clouds like a healer who scolded his calling,
God's natural wallpaper standing against skies walling,

Such utter grace needs to be captured with mastered artistry,
delight in its delicacy like a contest of food critics at a culinary,

It slowly melts down as I watch away,
A beautiful sight of the sun-ray,
I could foverer image its gorgeousness in my memory loft,brisk with a bit of sandy shades and flickering clouds so soft,

The Skyline

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