Myths Come To Wither Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Myths Come To Wither



Myths come to wither.
With a beaming at dawn,
When the morning Sun arises.
And leaving nothing else to shine quite as bright...
As cloudy skies clear,
To widen the squinting of eyes.

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