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Luther Seahand

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

5 poems·Since March 2014

American Poet / Author / Musician / Linguist / Teacher

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Spring

March 12, 2014

The finest day of spring

Petals dance on sudden gales

Counting everyone

Before the sinking sun

Fly, fly little wings

Like love that never fails

 

Shadows begin to wake

To a chorus that is the night

Crickets fiddle, slow

Warblers whistle, low

Shine, shine velvet moon

Till last you fade from sight

 

Hear the sea in song

Where the swallows play and die

Starlight in the haze

Flicker fireflies, ablaze

Stay, stay gentle dream

Beneath the candles in the sky

 

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