twilight falls
on winter's stage,
tomorrow's dawn:
spring's first blush;
fresh dew falls
on icy page,
the cub, the fawn:
life's new rush
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Where Lucidity and Obfuscation meet for drinks and the occasional hand of rummy.
2 comments:
I like yours better than Maya Angelou.
Wow... thanks.
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