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Skyward Ascension

Jaded by the sight of the unending bronze grasses before me, I lift my gaze skyward. The inky-black sky, bedecked with starlight, lay so gentle against the eyes, and cradles yonder moon, softly glowing silver. I stare unblinkingly up into such a spectacle as midnight, feeling so very small beneath the vast expanse of the sky, so far above my limited reach, yet seemingly so close that my fingertips might brush against its lacy surface. Though my body may be small against this sprawling skyscape, my soul is quite as expansive as the heavens. I can feel it there, my heart and mind, entwined with the far-off stars in all of their splendor, entangled in yonder moonlight fair. Now free of the burdensome chains of yesterday, my soul, thus far so strenuously still, joins at last the spirits of tomorrow in their dance across time. I feel it peer down at me through eyes, not seen, but still very much looking. With a final bow of its star crested head, my soul ascends upon the star-spangled sky, so very high above me, painted in moonlit majesty.

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  1. ive been trying out a new writing style and so far I love it. funny thing, the first word, “jaded” is one of my favorite words as of late, I found it in a comment a few days ago from Gregory54, a really great poet on here.

  2. “Now free of the burdensome chains of yesterday, my soul, thus far so strenuously still, joins at last the spirits of tomorrow in their dance across time.”
    Beautiful line, I enjoyed reading this.

  3. Yeah this is different style wise but you did a good job with it. Nice write.

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