End of August
And again the clouds they play
For the month is ending,
They open to give the sun a way
Through the fibers bending.
A type of bird I've never seen
Comes gliding by my seat,
Reflecting back into the dream,
The month's been pretty neat.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2013
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