Plume
Through the Autumn storms
Blue children with seeming smiles
sings to the Angels
To the everglades
the children play
in the cove of the cave
Like bedrock
They are raised on hope
Solitude ponders the darker hues
feed by paths unexplored
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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