6-19-77
Hazed horizons
hanging low,
Lines of clouds
that start to go
Higher till their over head.
Trilling notes from hawks
on high
Riding winds
within the sky,
Call the sun to bed6-19-
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2014
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