September
Lonely sand dune on the beach,
flying seagulls I can't reach,
alone I walk so quiet and bleak
alone with the sunshine warm on
my cheek, soft sounding whistles
that seem so far coming from seashells
shaped like a star....
Copyright © Copeland Calloway | Year Posted 2010
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