A Night At The Grand Canyon
“When the silvery night was assuredly asleep, The evening’s frisky perfume faded into an oblivion deep; Passionate and alluring…the beat of distant Indian drums, Heeded only by sleepless crickets in sultry hums. An yearning regained for a renewed day, The clouds whispered your name over the Canyon grey Rumbling rain dotted the river bed, Soaking the purple rays into the Settlement, now untread. In a gentle flicker of an ageless earthen lamp, Through the haze of the dusk on the Canyon ramp… I notice your silhouette…the coyote cries, I...
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