Dusk...

Timber blue tower
pine arched so
dusk's rays shadowed
past mid day glow.

Timber blue tower
paced lined rowed
concave gentle edge
symmetrically bestowed.

Timber blue tower
myrtles aching flow
brown needles scattered
nature`s thread sow.

Timber blue tower
seeking heaven`s door
does whisper to my heart
hope love distant shore.





A poem about the pine trees and blue water tower,
which I could see out the windows of the Psych ward in Mandeville.


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