a great blue
over a pure gold
flecked with red
the fall, like water,
flowing through the traveler,
returning gladness
a welcoming place,
wreathed in autumn's calm glow,
where the walker stops
hearing finally the voice
that reminds him that good is
by a pond,
trees like new angels
spreading wings,
scattered leaves
on the mirroring surface --
cerulean day
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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