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Sunday, November 12, 2017

a gentle passing footprint


A gentle passing footprint

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These giant trees shall reach up 
to kiss the sun thereafter
the lilacs' fragrance will steep 
the incoming spring-tide breeze
nesting songbirds won't notice 
the tears for the raindrops
forget-me-nots adorn 
a heart's truest pathway to peace
a gentle passing footprint 
shorn these sacred flowered meadows
dreamingly daring to imagine 
far beyond the wildwood sheaves

©  harlon rivers ... May 2017


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