Sunlight

January 11, 2008
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On the banks of the creek
She glimmers and gleams
Twinkling as each ripple grows
A Golden glow so immaculate
That drifts and crawls to the west
To leave for the night and return when all is well

On the banks of the creek
She glistens farewell
And wipes away the amber polish
Making way to the west
To leave for the night
As the moon comes out of his rigid shell





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