HorizonsA Poem by T.M. AustinSome say that your horizons broaden as you grow I don't think of them that way when I think of them though. I think of the sun setting west then rising in the east. With all the colors the skies more full than a thanks giving feast. So when I say horizon just know what I mean by the colors shining over in a magnifacent sheen. © 2008 T.M. Austin |
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