( I may be dead but I still watch from my tree of atonement)
A golden temple submerged deep in nature’s heart. Ever unbending in the way the wind flows on your body walking up the steep stone steps with the humidity in the air and sweat flowing from your hair to your back. The brown wooden doors invite you inside with flower engravings and a shiny glass handle with edges weathered by human touch so much you can feel the indents of others hands. The awning hides the sun’s harsh glare giving judgment upon the ones who come to find solemn silence. Even after so many years it still stands affected but still, alone but comforting and truly comforting for wayward travelers.
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I am a Student at a Catholic High School in New York. I love to express myself and the world around me through my writing. My writing has allowed me to be able to tell people who I am and what I feel. I love using intense descriptions in order to present my work in a vivid manner so a reader can truly picture what I am saying.
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