Posted on Mar 28, 2020

Poetry in LA

Blue Ridge Nights Glow red hot orange cool blue trees seas skies across the crossed hands of the Grandfather only to be looking only to be searching for the trail’s end or the burning turning glowing light or edge of the yellow orange bright believing as one all disappearing fast into the Blue Ridge night
Copyright LB Sedlacek 2020

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