What a celestial evening
The Violet flame could be seen
exalting the Western horizon
Angel anthems permeate the air
ethereal chariots stream
across apricot yellow skies
David and I ride our bikes
towards the sunset our faces
flushed a radiant purple
These are precious moments
One cannot help but sing
The sheer glory of it all!
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Ron
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