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Sepia Sunset
Sun sets over
A gapped wooden Orifice
Its toothy wooden smile
Semi circles endless
Sepia sail clouds
Weep sunlight spears
Highlights the aging
Raised walkway
We follow its trail
Wobbling in wonderment
Through cricket orchestras
And mayfly squadrons
Honey suckle perfume
Seduces our senses
As we nestle 'neath
An isolated cypress
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2009-04-06 at 06:16
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