Con'T
A deep red spot peered out,
Casting about rosy hues
That colored all the views.
Then as the Sun slipped inside,
Spreading out the cover,
A signature I thought appeared,
Ours,
alone,
no other.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2015
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