August 5, 2017 Summer Evening By Michael James Fitzgerald ¶ Posted in Poetry ¶ 1 Comment Tired leaves and tarnished grass, Geese mourning the sun, The tide of summer slipping into night. When will I see your perfect light again? How can I forget your inescapable bones? Michael James Fitzgerald Share or PrintClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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