*Riparian whippoorwills became martyrs to the crystalline
lakeside at Dawn
My reflection grew long in placid waters
Nellie sunshine forsook the chill of morning
I became an artist without need of brush or manmade color
Painting the precipice of Heaven with each determined view*....
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
*Riparian whippoorwills became martyrs to the crystalline
lakeside at Dawn
My reflection grew long in placid waters
Nellie sunshine forsook the chill of morning
I became an artist without need of brush or manmade color
Painting the precipice of Heaven with each determined view*....
Copyright July 12 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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