A poem a day

Among the withered light.

Through the blossoming May,

Cherished is those deep in the fight.

For by the wind taken,

Evening rafts drifting over the water cape.

The howls of the night awaken

As the woodland bowls scrape.

A poem a day

Shiver through the haunting storm

Through this tumble—the lightning ray.

Where the landings lie in form.

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