Upon An Infinite Flight
When the morning lark has honed its silver chirp,
a dream-like canvass floats into a higher octave,
setting passages alight with sun filled prospect as eternity dissolves its outer limbs.
Copyright © Howard Kerr | Year Posted 2020
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