Untitled Abstract
Level lands stretch far
As my eyes can see;
Stretching comprehension.
Distant sights beguile
My mind –
Are they what they seem?
Near to me is nothing-
Beyond this place
A dream?
Breeze bluster’s the face
Reminiscent of things real.
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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