Sights Poem by Phil Soar

Sights



A shooting star across a clear, but dark, night sky
A floating dandelion seed, that drifts on waves of wind and air
Across the spectrum, colours waft through my mind’s eye
My brain records the sparkling sights, and nature leaves them there

Thursday, July 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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