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Monday, April 21, 2008

Reeds Play Songs to the Nighttime Skies

Poem for Sunday April 20th

There's a song, whispered,
can you hear it?

A rustle
caried in crickets echos,

Winged melody makers, humming,
take shelter in shadowed havens,

As the reeds play songs
to the nighttime skies.

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