Cool and lonely canyon,
With fiery, sunset eyes.
Rivers make companions
And creeks adorn your smile
Your lips, they are the mountains
And you breathe the smoky skies.
Cool and lowly canyon,
Mouth agape so wide.
Your arms reach out to hold
Small slivers of the sun.
A sky that’s ages old,
You see as just begun.
Northern wind sighs so cold,
With breezes being spun
Cool and lowly canyon
Takes in the setting sun
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
Cool and lonely canyon,
With fiery, sunset eyes.
Rivers make companions
And creeks adorn your smile
Your lips, they are the mountains
And you breathe the smoky skies.
Cool and lowly canyon,
Mouth agape so wide.
Your arms reach out to hold
Small slivers of the sun.
A sky that’s ages old,
You see as just begun.
Northern wind sighs so cold,
With breezes being spun
Cool and lowly canyon
Takes in the setting sun
Another one from last year
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