Azure waves roll,
across golden fields,
Where he lies waiting,
for the Heartland-
Heavens,to blanket him
with bliss.
Floating down a river
of quite bronze earth
Guided by hands,
of Iowan seraphim.
He dreams of sacred
Alaska,
And heavenly
Technicolor
Light shows
And ancient tundra
Not yet disturbed.
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Modern Caffeine
PoetryA selection of micro-poetry and random thoughts. Things that have entered my stream of thoughts,please enjoy. And if you don't ...I ain't mad at you.
