The rising tower stretches upwards,
questing,
requesting passage
through torrid torrent and drenching deluge.
Solid it stands,
noble, proud;
The pointing turret,
Glistening minaret.
It seeks harbour in the condensation
of humid air,
succour in suffocating atmospheres
of dark, liquid skies.
Vertical, lifted and reaching for heaven
Soaring
in ascent,
Destined to fall, to rise anew, then fall.
Like Lazarus.
Phoenix.
Christ-like.
Indeed 🙂
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Love this. Had to read it twice after the image at the end. Well done. 🔥
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Thanks Nikki. I’m glad you enjoyed it, and feel especially complimented by the fact you came back immediately for a second helping!
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