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~western Winds~

Oh morning glory kiss upon the brow,
As western winds graze past gold meadowland.
Can you hear laughter's echo even now?
Just as winds cease, there falls an open hand.

Seeing the fairness of a sky too blue.
Wait wondering, grasping hold evermore.
Reaching out, pealing back that palest hue,
Entering into once elusive shore.

Sullen desires trip in to find their way,
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M Fiery Leo 16 May 2012

beautiful imageries used by the poet......its lovely! !

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David Gerardino 12 February 2006

YOU WORKED ON THIS POEM, NICE JOB.

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