Hazy Horizon
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Hazy Horizon
David J Walker
The terrible annual winds
That condemns
The lusty Prairie Floor
On a gusty Spring Day
In a dusty Remembrance
Of Youth
And what might be left of a Truth
We once prayed for
And what is left is all the more
The Hope of a Hazy Horizon
Sail the Unkept Sea
Of secrets unforeseen
Dream of dreams undreamt
Of failed obtuse lament
And childish sentiment
That were but are no more
The Hope of a Hazy Horizon
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2024
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