Dearest Friend that Adorns the Day I saw the sunset, dearest friend, T'was silent, creeping like a native's run, T'was the mountains, that made calmed my yearning breath,
T'was the rolling hills, below the mountains, that bounced,
T'was the fading blue, that sprayed at the end of the mountains,
I saw the sunset, dearest friend, Tomorrow, I shall watch the sunrise, © Emily Stowell, 6/24/01 |
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