3-3-77 Standing On the Loma
Standing on the loma
My eyes into the source of the wind,
My eyes alite upon a song
The birds had done it long,
For the pounding roll of ocean waves
Did a tattoo accompaniment of practiced eons.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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