Not Lost in France

Poetry

July Day.


July day,
thunder grey
skies above me
inciting me to wander
with the clouds
that pass,
and
the
thoughts
that capture
each vagabond
moment,
be they
good or bad
reach out with
their invisible hands
to
be written
for
what is left
of
my
eternity
and
today.

David English © July 2008.


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