Sycamores

October 13, 2009
By Anonymous

a dove whistled over the water
as it it twinkled over the yellow sands
the evening started wind to move along
the fire lighted trunks of trees and
curving branches overhead
darkness came in amoung the sycamores
as the leaves whispered in the night breeze
and the sycamore limbs rustled under a little wind
that died immediately

The author's comments:
I had to write this for english and it just so happens it is one of my favorites!

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