the first stanza...?
South
I travel on those roads
where the sky takes all the room
where the arcs of coloured spectrum
smooth the growing lines of gloom
I breathe the air so clean
from southern gales crisp and white
I travel on those roads
until the day caresses the night
Poetry by Eli
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Written on 2012-06-16 at 08:36
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