Vision
Golden horses run
between the Sun
and the heavens ancient stones.
The cosmic wheels
of existence disorderly
cross int the spirit land.
A pair of crows
play in a cube of sky;
as two doves sit subdued
in black branches.
Copyright © Richard Krout | Year Posted 2007
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