In the Beginning
in the wake of the
morning, my soul is set free
when listening to the subtle
keys of blowing breeze
and when I see the sun rise
in waves of crimson, orange
and gold, my mind is at ease
Third theme in Brian Strand's "Interval" contest
Copyright © Brandee Augustus | Year Posted 2009
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