I think of grey falcons, of red tailed hawks, and merlin's, in a day of blue. I think of birds, that we might be...flying side by side, mounting to the white walled mansions, in the deep'ning sky, and I think of us, among the stars...forgetting to come home...so lost are we, in just sharing the view...
Smile...
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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