MotherA Poem by Erik A. HarrisQuatern of Nature
Swaying gleefully, flowers dance
to that windy beat that mother sets with her feet, rhythm alive in euphoric souls. Set Aside by those calling it home, flowers. Swaying gleefully, flowers dance for a sun entranced by mother's rainbow hues and various views. The salted wind leaves, trees set still, for an arriving chill sets in. Swaying gleefully, flowers dance for full moons trance, while paws brush past. Mother tears up as sunrise comes, that daily, when due, she will cry for motion, beauty, for flowers. Swaying gleefully, flowers dance. © 2012 Erik A. HarrisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorErik A. HarrisRosston, ARAboutI'm lyrical by nature. The sounds and emotions felt in music inspire and bolster my music. I am a whimsical person, go with the flow kind of guy, a free heart. Yet I am military, pro choice, and a .. more..Writing
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