Along the seam of the precipice
Awaiting us with its ocean-like
grass
and sky
Raving with glory, blue with debt.
Sits a crow
Eyes as deep as eternity itself
and an old tree
Gnarled from knowledge but
happy
They all smile:
O' tree, crow, cliff, and sky
It seems as if
They all like the company
1 comment:
What a beautiful picture! It is like I am looking at an oil painting right in front of me!
You are writing your poems with music and brushes.
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