Robert Fagan Poems

Last night I dreamed the rainbow dream
But there was no arc
It was as if I could see the colors in the air
And the air was like a whirlwind
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Songs of grace, a sullen face
lies in tired hands
Holding on to memories
buried in the land.
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Sun shines down thru newly formed leaves, so does my mind wonder.
Back and forth the blowing of the breeze, so does my mind wonder.
Rising up with the ever radiant heat, so does my mind wonder.
Higher than the top boughs of the trees, so does my mind wonder.
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