A Poem For July. Poem by Luke Curcio

A Poem For July.



With bright light above, in the field of grass do we run.

In the morning it breaks over the church.

At dusk above the mountain.

A month of freedom.

More than the sun.

In fields of grass do we run

Thursday, July 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: july,summer,sun
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