Journeys
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Winking
Winking
Winking as it walks,
sun shafts sparkle
fish fins below.
Sun sings a low melody—
billions of leaves in the wind
tremble spin float fall.
At sundown bathed in rose gold
We exalt in the afterglow.
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