When Heritage Unfolds
The end of my hillbilly blues sprigs of spring get new shoes little bursts of new color appear life refusing to die like small spears shooting forth stabbing the heart of winter with all its hues death loses to the sprinter when buds splinter as sparkling water of life warmer nights the moon shines on less strife walking barefoot amongst the swelling trees a scent of flowers showers hope of summer leaves
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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