Sol Poem by Steve Howard

Sol



He climbs above the eastern wall,
as in a dream he must recall.
To the rustlings of desire,
of those who burn beneath the fire.
The earth will spin, the day
repeat,
the circle then again complete.
Then as of old the dream reset,
so what has been will happen yet.

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Steve Howard

Steve Howard

North Carolina. USA
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