Immortal Beauty

When the sun comes to December
it visits with the constant glance of angel eyes
cast upon the inner sanctum of soul
strolling in immortal beauty of the world
& its infinite points of view, as rhythm
is sprung from seasons undulating 
beneath phases of the moon. & winter
waits for the rites of spring.

©2014 MDSHall, in collaboration with the Poet Tree of Discoursing Drums beating By Any Dreams Necessary.

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