BeautyA Poem by FireFox9
Water flows from the original rock
Reveals the original, only clock As the sun sheds light on the land A scenery revealed to be so grand A sky that fades to grey Yet none of it will stay And so a sculpture is made from clay To preserve the beauty of this day © 2014 FireFox9 |
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