Late birds soaring solitary Sailing sunset on their unknown Missions seem to race the very Sun as they run their course alone
Called away with the close of day To destinies which only they Will ever know and as they go I dream of sky of you and I Can see that we are late birds too
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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