Country walkA Poem by SorenTobacco green wave on hills golden wash of sun flowing from morning's fountain spills over undulating seas growing Helios inscribes his time consuming arc cloud numbers move across sky's clock painting hands, shadows long and dark dirt road behind, now a wake on my walk
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