The Plains

by John Bowlby   Dec 28, 2007


Pleasant darkness
All around;
Swift shadows
Dance softly.

Blowing winds
Sweep the plains,
And lone owls dive
While the grass sways.

Darkness prevails
As well does silence,
In the beauty
Of the plains.

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