
all through the night
out along the ocean
clouds call in salt voices
speaking rain,
while up in the hills
morning comes
cool as rivers,
infinite blue
and still
the goose shouts
horizon to horizon
claiming this perfect sky.

all through the night
out along the ocean
clouds call in salt voices
speaking rain,
while up in the hills
morning comes
cool as rivers,
infinite blue
and still
the goose shouts
horizon to horizon
claiming this perfect sky.
This was a perfect poem to start my day. I really like the way you ended it.
thank you. beautiful day to you.
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