On A Sunday Afternoon
The Sun, Gone The Moon
A Color. A Flower
The Awe, The Power
A Lingering With Friends
Times of No End
Traversing Lifetimes
Endless Sometimes
A Petal, A Sparkle
Brilliance To Foster
A Landscape A Stream
Traversing Ones Dreams
It’s Sound
White Capped and Loud
Cuts A Path
The Wonder It Has
Joseph Allen
9 26 2011
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