Beyond the train window

moody skies
arising
from the surface
of silent lakes
sinking into fields
that sway gently
in the breeze

a moment’s glory
in a smiling sun’s eyes
downpour’s frenzy
just a beat away

hills
that rise and fall
along horizons’
fine lines
far out there
a canon
composed by
nature’s hands





Poetry by Havetslys
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Written on 2007-08-19 at 22:07

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