The blue sky
Had post rain cool
Of a soar
As if happy flight
There awaited
Perennial...
For eyes to behold...
For eyes not mortal though
For eyes by mind...
By soul...
A soar...
A sea blue...
A shore...
As if She
The rhythm divine
There always wrote tunes...
Swerving sapping flying flowing...
Windy complete...
A happy happy street...
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
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