Ogunquit Sky: A Memory Of Maine | Early Poems - Poem by Anna Maria
A road that I once traveled
took me by the sea.
I turned my head toward the horizon,
and in amazement, my eyes began to drink.
A soft light, pastel in color,
was seen upon the evening sky.
It was so lovely a work of art;
no earthly creature could have its equal painted.
I suppose it was the moon.
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