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Classic
Guest
“Solitude”
Beneath a pecan tree, a child is curled
sweeping the strings of a guitar,
gently calming the world.
The moon’s glistening eye
shines silently upon
splashed midnight dye.
In a scarlet leaf bed
a golden maple drizzles
into the midst of entwining red.
The coffee bench lies bare, bland,
hidden by weaved cherry branches
and dewy bluegrass strands.
A silhouette daydreams nearby
against a plum, fuschia quilt
blanketed across the sky.
Tranquility.
Equanimity.
Serenity.
(c) 2008
What are your opinions?
Suggestions?
Beneath a pecan tree, a child is curled
sweeping the strings of a guitar,
gently calming the world.
The moon’s glistening eye
shines silently upon
splashed midnight dye.
In a scarlet leaf bed
a golden maple drizzles
into the midst of entwining red.
The coffee bench lies bare, bland,
hidden by weaved cherry branches
and dewy bluegrass strands.
A silhouette daydreams nearby
against a plum, fuschia quilt
blanketed across the sky.
Tranquility.
Equanimity.
Serenity.
(c) 2008
What are your opinions?
Suggestions?