Lost in the Gloaming Moss grows dim as shadows fall The spark of day now fading Butterfly waltz now slowly settles Last chorus of the sparrow drifting Lightning bugs will strike a tango To the beat of crickets squeaking Sit we hushed in silent intermission Bowing low to golden orb descending |
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A reflection on beauty...
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