A Day in Solitude

January 30, 2011
The green grass grows
As the water flows
peacefully on it's way
To a day much brighter
AS the sun falls away

The last licks of daylight
Kiss my skin
As the branches rustle
The wind blows fast
AS I go to count the passing clouds

Until the moon appears
And beckons my poor soul
My burdens, my wishes, my dreams
Gone with the clouds role

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