Faces of Time
Fireworks up in the sky I see
Bold colors divided up tee
Winds colored by shadows up high
Memories of yore scribbling scores
Scintillating wraiths of anchors
Stalling, swaddling tight on my thigh.
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2022
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