October 13, 2009
By , Manhattan, KS
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

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